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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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/ nothing major ! just thought it was better safe than sorry depending on reactions ^^ but fog gets ganged up on by several rogues near the horseplace and gets knocked out, so feel free to have your character see him getting dragged ( or attempting to anyways, fog is freaking massive ).
What a day to hunt! Fogbound couldn’t help the bumbling annoyance that prickled the smooth tufts of smokey blue fur. Far too early, but he was a dedicated warrior, even if he’d much rather sleep the day away with nothing but the quiet murmur of breaths permitting the air. The crisp air of leaf-bare rested against his tongue which licked idly at his gleaming teeth, sharp and all that more willing to shred into unwilling flesh.
Oh, how thrilling it would be to rip into blood-tinged flesh, pinkish and raw, but certainly a pain to groom out of the snowy white fur that covered up most of his bulky Maine Coon build. His tail flickered, tossing a silent glance in Finchpaw’s direction, curiosity dancing beneath ruby hues filled with darkness, giving nothing away. A devilish grin danced upon dark-hued lips, helm pivoting away from his apprentice—oh, how that would take some time getting used to—staring out across the open moor with a rumbling hum of interest.
Nearing the northwest side of the border ( near the horseplace ), Fogbound had slithered off in search of viable prey, not noticing the rapidly moving blobs in the distance when the bulky moor runner caught the fresh smell of hare. Such a weak thing, no? He grinned darkly, charisma playing at full blast despite being far off from his hunting patrol when the overwhelming stench of the city butchered his wrinkling nose. “Oh?” He whipped around, teeth bared at the several city rodents standing just shy of crossing the border, staring at him like prey.
The look he wore was uncharacteristic of himself, frozen and snarling, not even letting a slip of mockery permit the tense air. He had left that life behind, but it seemed he could only run from it for so long before it caught up to him. How unfortunate. To be surrounded by sneering faces, some he recognized and others he couldn’t even be bothered with. “Have you come for me? I’m flattered.” He hissed, gone with the honey-dipped words and replaced with silent anger, tone dangerously calm.
“To think you came all the way out here—” One began, smaller, one he hadn’t recognized spoke, peering out from behind her companions with equal disdain. “Will you come with us willingly, or shall we take up by force?” She finished with narrowed hues causing Fogbound to snort, grinning wickedly. “Dare say, to cross another clan’s marked border, childish, no? I would have thought he had taught you, but perhaps you are all just as mindless as I suspected.” He hummed, tail flickering to settle his rising nerves.
He had hit a nerve, watching the several rogues surge forward with snarling faces, ganging up on the moor runner who snarled, barely able to hold his own before his world tilted sideways, collapsing with a reverberating thump against the ground.
His vision darkens into pixels, before falling completely dark.
/ celebratory thread for reaching 50 posts with fog ^^ feel free to take creative liberty with this ! go wild ^^ tagging his apprentice @FINCHPAW!
What a day to hunt! Fogbound couldn’t help the bumbling annoyance that prickled the smooth tufts of smokey blue fur. Far too early, but he was a dedicated warrior, even if he’d much rather sleep the day away with nothing but the quiet murmur of breaths permitting the air. The crisp air of leaf-bare rested against his tongue which licked idly at his gleaming teeth, sharp and all that more willing to shred into unwilling flesh.
Oh, how thrilling it would be to rip into blood-tinged flesh, pinkish and raw, but certainly a pain to groom out of the snowy white fur that covered up most of his bulky Maine Coon build. His tail flickered, tossing a silent glance in Finchpaw’s direction, curiosity dancing beneath ruby hues filled with darkness, giving nothing away. A devilish grin danced upon dark-hued lips, helm pivoting away from his apprentice—oh, how that would take some time getting used to—staring out across the open moor with a rumbling hum of interest.
Nearing the northwest side of the border ( near the horseplace ), Fogbound had slithered off in search of viable prey, not noticing the rapidly moving blobs in the distance when the bulky moor runner caught the fresh smell of hare. Such a weak thing, no? He grinned darkly, charisma playing at full blast despite being far off from his hunting patrol when the overwhelming stench of the city butchered his wrinkling nose. “Oh?” He whipped around, teeth bared at the several city rodents standing just shy of crossing the border, staring at him like prey.
The look he wore was uncharacteristic of himself, frozen and snarling, not even letting a slip of mockery permit the tense air. He had left that life behind, but it seemed he could only run from it for so long before it caught up to him. How unfortunate. To be surrounded by sneering faces, some he recognized and others he couldn’t even be bothered with. “Have you come for me? I’m flattered.” He hissed, gone with the honey-dipped words and replaced with silent anger, tone dangerously calm.
“To think you came all the way out here—” One began, smaller, one he hadn’t recognized spoke, peering out from behind her companions with equal disdain. “Will you come with us willingly, or shall we take up by force?” She finished with narrowed hues causing Fogbound to snort, grinning wickedly. “Dare say, to cross another clan’s marked border, childish, no? I would have thought he had taught you, but perhaps you are all just as mindless as I suspected.” He hummed, tail flickering to settle his rising nerves.
He had hit a nerve, watching the several rogues surge forward with snarling faces, ganging up on the moor runner who snarled, barely able to hold his own before his world tilted sideways, collapsing with a reverberating thump against the ground.
His vision darkens into pixels, before falling completely dark.
/ celebratory thread for reaching 50 posts with fog ^^ feel free to take creative liberty with this ! go wild ^^ tagging his apprentice @FINCHPAW!
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