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[ Radical Dreamer ] Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 1:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 1:28 pm
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A sudden hard metallic rattle shuttered stillness of the dark confines of the tent. For the inhabitants of the cages that lined the tent's wall's; it was the familiar alarm for the morning. Yes, 'Mourning' was right, and what they knew it as. The Mistress took joy in letting and reminding the little beasts why it was called such.
"Up! Up! Up! Kitties!" Harlequin's voice brightly chimed though the air, as the whip's handle was pulled away from the nearest occupied cage. A quick and coy grin was given to the beastie in the cage. Mismatched eyes quickly danced over the rest of the cages of the tent, yes. They where all accounted for...
"We have a date tonight, and we are not a flea bag carnival!" The Nahtlil barked as her elegant steps ventured deeper in to the tent, eyes peered in to each and every cage, eyeing every breathing oddity. The little beasties, she had alter and perfected, something the so called 'Grand Weaver' had no interest in stopping. They had a show tonight, and the Mistress was intent on reminding the freaks that they where not a disreputable show or in no way ragged.
"Hurry! Or I will toss your kips!" She warned with a twisted glee, holding no care to missing up their cages. A large part of her hoped that the thread bearers would take their time in waking up fully.
Hmpth, her dark tail snaked behind her in a ponder, the ghostly 'face' pattern seemed to grin and tease her thoughts that maybe she would do it regardless.
There was so much to do for the day, so much to get ready before the carnival's date.
"We have a busy day for us, My 'Pretties'!" There held no endearment in her words as The Mistress whimsically chimed; already going over the list of things that needed to be prepared.
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(event found on main thread pg 4293,4293)
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[ Radical Dreamer ] Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 7:33 am
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Si'Lance was up. He always was at the crack of dawn. Cause he knew that she would come.
It had been so long, since he was taken into this forsaken carnival with the Mistress. His last memory that he remembered was running through the tree canopy, chasing the warmth of the sun when he was suddenly snatched away. That was the last memory he cling onto, he vowed he will be able to free himself and run through the trees again.
As she approached closer, he got up and growled his, claws out. Though it hurt him to have his claws so long and sharp, he lived for the satisfaction when he would finally shred her face into ribbons.
He almost did when she almost took his ears. But with a bit of luck, he slipped free and went for her face.
He almost succeeded. The next chance he get, when he finally shred her face, he would bolt.
He would be free.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 9:33 am
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Palaver's mind was elsewhere.
In the soft, green recesses of his dreams, the cub didn't know that name. There, grass sprang up as far his eyes could see, plentiful and warmed by the ever-present sun. The leaves of trees laughed in a breeze that came from somewhere vaguely to the north, accented with the calls of birds and other creatures he'd never even seen. He would lift his voice with theirs in long, lazy arias, harmonizing as he willed and just the tiniest bit off-key. The sun's rays didn't care though, and the creatures didn't seem to mind, so neither did he.
Sometimes he dreamed of rain. When he did, it was never more than a drizzle, and it always came down warm and sparkling in the daylight. There was shade under the trees, though. The cub would shelter himself beneath those stout boughs and watching the shining drops for hours - or whatever passed for time in his dreamscape. He would sing to the rain in short, staccato bursts, happily taking the high notes because as far as he knew, rain could only sing low. He didn't mind it though, because his rain was a good partner in all other aspects.
Palaver always knew when his dreams were ending. The rain, if there was any, would instantly stop. A single black cloud with a pale, grinning face would cover his wonderful sun. The grass would wither into patches, then nothing but dirt, full of rocks and hard on his pads. The leaves would no longer laugh in the breeze, but titter and shriek in a horribly familiar voice as the gale grew harsh. That voice would snarl: one hideous, unforgettable sound. And just like that, the cub would find his voice torn away. He would strain and strain to sing, but nothing would escape. And his cheeks would tighten and ache, tearing, as his jaw stretched impossibly wide the harder he tried to make just one sound--!
Palaver shook his head, scrabbling to his paws. He crouched in his cage, chest over his forepaws to hide the way they shook. Reluctantly, he blinked the remnants of sleep from bleary eyes. He was up, though. He made absolutely sure to be up. His cheeks were especially sore this morning, like they remembered the dream that the cub did not. He was absolutely sure, however, that some notes brought nothing but nightmare. Sleep was utterly out of the question the moment he heard Her voice.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 11:32 am
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Mismatched eyes danced about the darken cages. Snake like tail shifted behind her mildly as if it had it's own joyful dance from it's own whimsy thought of torment.
Poised the Mistress paused only to hear the response of her 'precious' freaks stiring to her call. Dark pointy ear turned and tilted toward the growling that came from the furthest cage from the entrance. The one with a heavy rock on top to keep the little freak from knocking it's keep over. A twisted smile slipped slowly across the Mistress' maw, a elegant walk took her over to the angry morning greeting.
"So you can still hear me, you little beastie." The Dark b'alam chuckled delightfully as her red and white eye lowered with her maw to peer more closely in the cage of the earless freak. Good, that was good....he could still follow orders.
The darkness of her pelt melting perfectly in the cloak of darkness that still rested in the tent. Her white ghoastly 'mask' seemed to float freely as her head turned to inspect the rest of the cages. long dark tail floated to the cage of the ear-less one as she turned. It's own creepy head seemed to tease and smile at the brave more rambunctious cub of the tent. Taunting the fact that it knew it was safe as long as those sharp little claws remained sealed in the caged and bound by a heavy rock.
Dark ears caught the faint rattle of a more quiet cage, and with a hum the Mistress moved over to the kip of the rip jaw. Lowering her white face closer to the cage, her own careful eyes caught the sight glint of fear that reflected in cub that huddled tightly in his pin.
"Sleep well, kitten? " The mistress coed with a tone that was as sickly sweet as honey. "Looking forward to a nice taste meal?" She asked with a sense of twisted glee, knowing the cub already had a hard time eating because of his sore jaw. "I bet you 'ar" The mistress chuckled before turning off to another Cage. Though even in the pain, one had to eat-unless perhaps the The Grand Weaver could magically fill his stomach.
Foolish was such a thought
Ha. Unlikely, after all why would a god be mindful of a empty stomach-when he did nothing to stop the pain she inflicted on them? If there truly was such a creator, she dared him to do something....
but still...
...nothing....
Turning over to the closest cage to the exit, the one of the little dark cub. The one she purposely blinded by keeping him in a sun pit, and on display in daylight. His little yawn did not go unnoticed, by her carefully tuned ebony ears.
"Oh I did not forget about you, tiny kin." The Mistress stated as she elegantly moved over to the a cage that she allowed morning sunlight to rest carelessly on. Her own full and untouched wings folded contently on her back as she strolled over to the moonlit cage. Whip tip she let slither on the ground as she approached the quiet cage.
"I know you are -looking- forward to the bright of the day, arent you?" The Dark b'alam cooed as her ears perked eagerly forward waiting an answer. Dark tail shifted and flicked behind her hind paws, slowly it ticked back and forth. There was a lot that needed to be done for the day, however-the little freaks did need to be feed as well...and well, first....
Dark ears quickly flicked back, as the Mistress felt a twinge of insult. Three had responded....
"WAKE UP!" The Mistress suddenly roared as she whipped around to a cage that was set off to the side, one where she had left a blue and very fuzzy cub at.
"DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LIKE THE GRAND WEAVER AND HAVE THE LUXURY OF NOT HEARING MY CALL?!" The Dark Nahtlil screeched and with a leap she jump and let her front paws fall and slam on the cage of the 'ice b'alam'. Dark wings flared out behind her in a angry flap. Maw opened and long fangs revealed themselves and encroached closer on the bars of the cage as she moved her head closer to inspect the little box where the 'ice cub' was to be....
Sorry about the re-quotes guys
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[ Radical Dreamer ] Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 4:59 pm
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Quote: ((Ack! Sorry, missed this initially while I was moving to the new house, then it slipped my mind to come back later...let me figure out how to jump back in and still be in character. ^^;; ))
Frostbite wasn't sleeping. Oh no, with the first rattle at the tent's opening, the little 'Ice cub' had been wide awake and hurried to start his morning routine. Some mornings he still had to stop himself from smoothing his fur from sleep. No no, they were not pretty, groomed little cubs. They were freaks. Mistakes. Rejects. And to make Mistress happy, he wanted to look the part.
Frostbite's morning ritual consisted mostly of the cub further mussing his fur from the night before and shaking his plentiful head fluff out until it stuck out in all directions. A wild, ugly little monster, just like Mistress said he was. She'd be so happy. He'd hurried to finish his preparations and present himself at the cage door like a good little freak.
Of course, with all that fur in his eyes, he couldn't really see very well and instead presented himself more...to the tent wall. He hadn't meant to be so small and on the wrong side of the cage. He also thought Mistress preferred it when they were quiet and didn't talk back, so he held his tongue. He hadn't realized it might be just a bit TOO much and that she wouldn't even notice him.
The cage rocked from the impact and the cub let out an involuntary squeak of alarm as he scrambled to turn himself towards the angry Mistress and not cower as instinct told him to. No, nonono, this wasn't right, she was angry now. He hadn't meant to make her angry! Don't cower, Frostbite, then she won't see you at all! He struggled to stand tall, despite his paws shaking, and stammered out, feeling ashamed, "N-no, Mistress, of course not! Please, forgive me, I couldn't se--" He cut himself off, swallowing hard. No excuses. She wouldn't accept excuses. She was already angry...he couldn't do anything now to fix her disappointment in him except to push forward and do better. He wanted to apologize more, to say something to keep her from being angry at him, but he knew right now most anything he said was likely to only fuel her anger. Bowing his head, he swallowed hard again and only said, "I'm sorry, Mistress."
Sorry for being so small. For being a failure who can't even turn the right way for inspection. For being the reason his precious Mistress was no longer having a good morning. For...a countless number of things.
WC: 406
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 10:09 pm
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Blue-green eyes narrowed in disgust at the sound of Her voice. Sudden as a storm, their Mistress lashed out at Frostbite; who apparently had not responded with them. On one paw, he was surprised. It was unlike the simpering cub to displease Her. On the other, Palaver was too busy being disgusted by the way She lost all control, the same way they used to before they became accustomed to their place in Her performance. The look would last only as long as the Mistress faced the mewling "Ice" cub's cage, though. Palaver knew better than to betray emotion when Her eyes were on him. By the time Frostbite began sputtering apologies, the bright eyes above the torn, ruined mouth were dull and blank.
He'd grown good at keeping them that way, hiding all sorts of unpleasant emotions behind a glassy facade. For instance, there was next to no trace of the seething anger he felt at that mewling ball of blue. Listen to him apologize! Begging forgiveness like that was only feeding Her hateful nature.
Similarly, that anger cloaked the sympathy he had for the "Ice". He had been exposed to Her nature more than any of them, and perhaps he had no way to stand against it. But it was hard to feel more sad than angry, and maybe that was just traces of the Mistress' hate infecting him, too.
He did not hate the others. Palaver's dull eyes hid the triumph he felt for Spindel - to talk back that way! He wanted to sing at the thought...and his cheeks chose just then to give a forceful pang, reminding him just way he did not dare.
Si'lance, too, gained the silent cub's appreciation. He fought back more than any of them, and Palaver kept his eye on those attempts. He kept watching. The moment the male succeeded, Palaver planned to be right next to him on the way out of the nightmare.
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