a seven nation army couldn't hold me back | open, sparring

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]After trying to murder Miles and being shouted at by Cyrus, Circusclown had pretty much slept the rest of the day after drinking a bunch. Whether it was out of sadness or if he just liked alcohol, he had completely forgotten. Either way it was a continually growing problem. He had been thinking most of the time, about what had happened. The words Cyrus had said sort of stuck to his head, as he continually pondered them. He really had never been there in time for anybody. He remembered his daughter Weddingpaw doing something so familiar. Accusing him of not being there for him, so why should she care about him? It was when she was about to kill him, because somebody said if she didn't she'd die. In the end, everything turned out alright. Though it stuck to him - this was an ongoing problem in the Disharmony family name, especially on him and Aya's side. Was he just a bad paternal figure?

Deciding he needed to stop thinking about things, he'd approach the camp. Today he wasn't gonna sleep all day, since he had done that yesterday and now he had all his energy back. He seemed a lot more mellow then before - but then again, it wasn't really a quick transition into his anger. He was calm one second and the next second he'd end up with a dead body at his paws. So nobody should think because he was relaxed right now that he wasn't gonna lash out. It was unlikely, but if someone did the wrong thing he would. "Anyone up for a spar? No rules, except don't kill each other." He'd grunt, with his typical everyday scowl on his face.