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Yourpalreedy · 12-31-2017, 12:55 AM

ANTI

The dark brown tabby was walking aimlessly. His green eyes were dull and utterly lifeless. Everything he'd ever cared about was gone. Anti was all alone. Just like he'd started. There was no more Jack. No more Whitedove. No more Darki. Nothing. It was all gone. His life was gone.

Anger had come and passed. He took it out in various ways, struggling to control himself from giving in to darkness. It was hard, but he managed.

White would be proud of him for that..

Now there was only numbness. He was cold and bitter. His long dark tabby fur had become filthy and completely unkempt. Anti was a mess, but he'd given up maintaining himself. When the scent of others finally kicked in, the tom stopped and flattened his ears.

"No way in hell. Hello?" His high Irish voice was hoarse from lack of use.

sucky and rushed. he'll get his spunk back eventually Wink

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marisol · 12-31-2017, 04:59 AM

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QUIETUS · 01-01-2018, 03:41 PM

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]It was odd having to deal with so many cats. When he'd been a puppy, it had been a running joke that cats were weaker than them, little play things they could screw around with when they got really bored. And it was because they were just so small; fierce, undoubtedly, but still far too little for dogs as big as Quietus to see as anything but a cute plushie that the humans would give them when they were particularly good. With their big eyes, small muzzles, big ears and small paws, could anyone blame him? As he strolled up after hearing the two voices - one familiar and one not - he was forced to crane his neck downwards to address the both of them properly. "You have business here, or what?" the ebony shepherd inquired not unkindly, his purple-and-orange eye settled into a frown. The stranger didn't look like a happy camper, especially in contrast to Marisol, who stood beside him with that same creepy air around him. To be honest, he was surprised the guy had even bothered speaking, because it seemed like he was more than happy with stalking from afar. He didn't ask for a name - he could care less, really, about what his mother might've named him, or what he might call himself from wherever he'd come from. All he cared about was the safety of the assorted bunch of animals behind him, and even the smallest creatures could present some kind of threat. It was his part to figure out what that threat was.

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Yourpalreedy Posts:1,017 #1 12-31-2017, 12:55 AM ANTI The dark brown tabby was walking aimlessly. His green eyes were dull and utterly lifeless. Everything he'd ever cared about was gone. Anti was all alone. Just like he'd started. There was no more Jack. No more Whitedove. No more Darki. Nothing. It was all gone. His life was gone. Anger had come and passed. He took it out in various ways, struggling to control himself from giving in to darkness. It was hard, but he managed. White would be proud of him for that.. Now there was only numbness. He was cold and bitter. His long dark tabby fur had become filthy and completely unkempt. Anti was a mess, but he'd given up maintaining himself. When the scent of others finally kicked in, the tom stopped and flattened his ears. "No way in hell. Hello?" His high Irish voice was hoarse from lack of use. sucky and rushed. he'll get his spunk back eventually [align=center]Normal ++ "Speaking" ++ Thinking #pyresfancy Reply marisol Posts:33 #2 12-31-2017, 04:59 AM [table]

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