LAY YOUR SOUL TO WASTE :: open, joining/return

[Zjarr]

//tl;dr: zjarr is v angsty and wants to go home but he finds the group and asks if he can join

It was a little like drifting through limbo.

In the past autumn, he could vividly recall seizing power from his former dominant, who had led his old faction. She went missing, and he rose to the occasion. He was a power-hungry fellow, yessir. Wanted a taste of dominance and glory, a piece of that delicious pie, after being a lowly dog for so long. But anxiety had prevented him from going further—he knew that if he remained at the throne, he would become a tyrant as another leader had. Deu something, he didn't remember. Whatever. He was blind to the problems of his group. At least he had appointed a trustworthy ally as his second-in-command. She would have known what to do. And so he fled. That was one of his many mistakes, for in the process he lost a title so valuable, a home so comforting, and a child so sweet: his own. He hadn't seen his daughter since.

And what happened to Zjarr beyond that? Did he simply disappear from the face of the earth without a trace? Not quite, but it almost felt as if he were dead in the time between his abrupt disappearance and now. And he had gone through a significant change, apart from his swearing to cut his cursed lust for alcohol from him: he bore a new form, one that was very familiar. One that he hoped could withstand the wave of radiation that this world was suddenly exposed to, for this body was stronger than his Siberian Husky form, and it wasn't entirely composed of flesh and fur. Metal plates replaced some patches of skin and even the entire left side of his face, creating an artificial crimson red eye that looked almost dead compared to his gleaming, lively brown eye on his right side. Much of his back had been covered by the sturdy plates, including his spine. His natural front legs were replaced by sturdy, responsive and reliable prosthetics. As for the rest of his body, it remained as it should: a normal fleshy, furry russet wolf.

Some could call him a mere cyborg, which he clearly was. Others a deadly beast. He even got a "RoboCop" out of someone one time.

Traversing through the range deemed somewhat inhabitable was the massive feral canine, blood spewing from his maw and coloring both russet fur and shiny gray metal with a gory crimson. Zjarr had been caught by a roving pack of...whatever they were. Dark canine-like beasts with oddly colored tongues, eyes and saliva, and winding horns and antlers upon their cranium. Perhaps it was the radiation that so horribly mutated them. And maybe it was the radiation that drove them off the edge of sanity, as well. It was more than just ferocious aggression that they displayed. It was almost zombielike. Their eyes bore no light, no soul, no life to them. Just a senseless urge to kill and feed. Hell, maybe they'd kill each other and even themselves eventually. The mindless creatures wouldn't know any better.

And for the first time in many a moon, he could swear he felt the presence of sentient creatures. Animals that were like him, before all that radiation bullshit came along and fucked everyone's minds over. Was this a Clan? Could it be ThunderClan? Or what's left of it? God, he yearned to come back home. To see Olive, his Clanmates, Butterflykit...he wanted his friends, his comrades, his family back. For things to go back to the way they were when everyone did their share of work and never complained and still had time to have fun. He was sure that his reign didn't bring a golden age for ThunderClan, but at least they were somewhat stable then. Now the whole world seemed to be a complete disaster, anarchy reigning supreme above all, even those who dared to call themselves proud and militant leaders.

Anxiousness gripped at the cyborg wolf's chest, and he subconsciously fumbled with his dull olive military cap to let it rest upon his large cranium—that cap alone felt reassuring and relieving, a sign that he would triumph through whatever situation if he had the grit and the ambition. Like a true soldier. His sword lay by him too, but Zjarr he wouldn't use it unless he definitely had to; he wanted to solve things with these people as diplomatically as possible, without needing to spill blood.

Finally, he gathered the courage to address them. You're either fucked or saved, boyo. "YO!" he shouted in a tone that pleaded for attention to be called to him. "M'name's Zjarr. There a group here I can join?"
[spoiler=tags :: updated 01/21]basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // formerly known as Flamewhisker or Heatwave
✯ male // masculine
✯ age frozen, adult // mentally 65 months // spiritually unknown
✯ no rank // ex-leader of the late ThunderClan
✯ no titles // gay redneckâ„¢
✯ played since 2012
✯ formerly in the FeralFront universe
✯ recovering memories of past, slow to recognize old friends from past life
✯ demon, stole physical form from a mortal // doesn't act upon demonic lust
✯ former alcoholic, rehabilitated
✯ can speak German and Latin
✯ often fights with a sword (affectionately calls Ignibus Blade)

appearance.
✯ cyborg wolf [ref]
✯ russet pelt with cream hind legs, underbelly and chest
✯ brown right eye (natural), red left eye (artificial)
✯ prosthetic front legs; left side of face; back/spine — attempt to slow any effects of radiation
✯ may occasionally wear a military cap
✯ nicked left ear
✯ American accent, drawled

relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ 1 child—0 blood, 1 adopted (many children on FF)
  butterflykisses i.

interaction.
✯ storage // plot
✯ physically hard // mentally difficult // possession
✯ attack in #f24b00[/spoiler]

[muddymutt14]

★ leave this here the losing card i’ll someday lay
It appeared the two shared a fear, one of being a tyrant. Upon hearing the call, tightness rose in the captain’s chest. Zjarr- no no... Heatwave. One of his old soldiers. But he thought maybe Zjarr wouldn’t recognize him, after all, he was in a different body now. It would hurt if he didn’t. Well, he supposed Zjarr was both blessed and cursed.

The canine blinked icy luminaries at the cyborg wolf, turning his head. He decided to approach this as old friends. “Well, hello there, Zjarr. I’m Soa— Modernwarfare. You can call me Moddy or something. It’s jice to see you again. But as for your group question... there’s a few group. I lead Task Force 141, Grimpaw leads the Sanctuary, and thers this... odd order of the smiling gods or something like that. You can take a look and take your pick, sir.” He flicked an ear back, blinking.

so this is all i have to say | tags updated 14/01/18

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[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]YOU BOUGHT A STAR —
Butterflypaw had been busying herself with taking care of sick animals of all kinds. She'd been worried sick about her father, especially after they'd gone searching for him and found nothing besides a few of his belongings. It'd killed her to watch ThunderClan collapse, and it'd killed her even more to officially have to denounce her title and stop saying she was from ThunderClan. All of these things, she hated thinking about, so she'd been treating those with radiation sickness to the best of her ability, but it was new and hard but she was learning quickly.

Of course, she'd been treating regular injuries and sicknesses as well, and had even helped birth her first litter, which had been stressful especially. She was gathering herbs for the small 'clinic' of sorts she was running at the top of the mountain, helpful for both travelers and residents, when she heard voices nearby. A loud greeting, familiar- too familiar, almost sad, in a sense- followed by a few more words, and then a different voice, a new voice, not familiar.

She felt her heart pounding in her chest, so fast that she almost thought it would break out and fly away like a hummingbird. In almost no time, she'd quickly snatched the herbs she'd picked off the ground and thrown them into her satchel, and was already racing down the mountain until she reached her destination. Since she was close anyways, it wasn't long before she spotted two canines, one part machine, and tears gathered in her eyes. She let them flow freely, a wide smile beaming on her face.

"Papa! You're alive!" She sobbed, aiming to nuzzle his real foreleg, purring like the engine of a motorcycle. She was ecstatic, surprised, and fearful that this wasn't real.
[spoiler=TAGS / 11/14]in the sky tonight —✧ general
butterflypaw ignibus / female / 7 months / june 13th, 2017
gemini / knowledgeable in medicine / demon
former thunderclan medic(hp) / wnr "loner"

because your life is dark —✧ appearance
black/white domestic cat / reference / health: 100%
— her pelt is the colour of midnight, dark and calm and soothing, eyes easily getting lost in the dark abyss. contrasted only by the stark white that is her paws, muzzle, and chest, as if someone had taken the essence of the moon and stars and dipped the she-cat in the milky syrup they would make. bright, intelligent sky blue eyes sit in the middle of her face, contrasting both ivory and ebony, keeping the balance between the borders. sharp ivory claws and fangs with enough power to rip through flesh with ease dot her mouth and paws like trophies, respectively.
— injuries: n/a

and it needs some light —✧ personality
— curious, passionate, adventurous, intelligent, friendly, welcoming
— butterflykit is very smart, and easily picks up on things, although she's not always good at doing that. she's very playful and friendly, and is always welcoming to strangers, which can sometimes be very dangerous. she seeks adventure and values knowledge and wisdom above almost everything else. as she grows, she'll travel to the other clans for visits and try to form relationships outside of just thunderclan. she is passionate about the work she does, and she will argue with you for hours if she thinks it's the right thing to do. also, the girl can hold a grudge for millennia.

you named it after me—✧ relationships & interaction
bisexual biromantic / single / not looking
npc x npc / adopted by zjarr
believes zjarr is her biological father
mentored by tba (battle) / former mentor to yuuri (medicine)
all free powers
physically easy / mentally medium
extremely inexperienced + naive in battle
attack in #B2828F / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[Zjarr]

The arrival of the other canine inspired a memory to visualize itself. Potens, crescente, perenni cremer igne flammae. He could hear the drums of war beating into his ear, the clash of metal on metal, legions marching onward in perfect coordination. A loud blast of artillery sent shrapnel flying. Smaller, much more frequent blasts then erupted—guns. Flames engulfed him as the shouts of rage and torment grew harsher and harsher. Potens, crescente, perenni cremer igne flammae.

Suddenly it all stopped. He was back to reality, resting his unnatural gaze upon...who the fuck is that? The canine was a familiar sight, though Zjarr could not distinguish who it was. He introduced himself as Modernwarfare—an interesting name—or Moddy, for short. "Right then, Moddy," he replied, dipping his head respectfully and listening to the other explain what factions remained after all that radiation shit wiping out the old territories and, with that, the groups that reigned before.

None of them he could recognize. The Sanctuary was a somewhat familiar name, but he didn't think much of it—"Sanctuary" was a common name for places. And the other order, he definitely didn't know about at all. Smilin' gods. Optimistic. As for the 141, there was a different story to tell. That was something he did recognize for once—it made him relive that memory of war and flames once more. His natural brown eye gleamed with curiosity now as he examined the other canine, Moddy. Had he ever met this fellow before? His past was more than enough evidence to prove it, but he could hardly recall anything in his past. Zjarr nodded again and remarked, "I'll look into 'em, then. Thanks." Well, that was a step in the right direction.

"Papa! You're alive!" The towering cyborg wolf's ears twitched at that juvenile tone, one he could distinctly recognize. It was her. She was safe, breathing, alive. The canine let the much smaller feline embrace his foreleg, and he reluctantly wrapped a prosthetic forepaw around her before nuzzling the top of her cranium affectionately. "I'm...so sorry for leaving ya, kiddo," he murmured into her ear, struggling to maintain his composure and not let tears slip past his natural right side. This was not his child, technically, for they did not share the same lineage and blood. But he didn't give a fuck about not being Butterflypaw's biological father. He loved her as an adoptive one as much as he'd love his own flesh and blood. She was all he had now, and he made a promise that he was going to protect her. Blood or not, she was his kiddo, goddamn it!
[spoiler=tags :: updated 01/21]basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // formerly known as Flamewhisker or Heatwave
✯ male // masculine
✯ age frozen, adult // mentally 65 months // spiritually unknown
✯ no rank // ex-leader of the late ThunderClan
✯ no titles // gay redneckâ„¢
✯ played since 2012
✯ formerly in the FeralFront universe
✯ recovering memories of past, slow to recognize old friends from past life
✯ demon, stole physical form from a mortal // doesn't act upon demonic lust
✯ former alcoholic, rehabilitated
✯ can speak German and Latin
✯ often fights with a sword (affectionately calls Ignibus Blade)

appearance.
✯ cyborg wolf [ref]
✯ russet pelt with cream hind legs, underbelly and chest
✯ brown right eye (natural), red left eye (artificial)
✯ prosthetic front legs; left side of face; back/spine — attempt to slow any effects of radiation
✯ may occasionally wear a military cap
✯ nicked left ear
✯ American accent, drawled

relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ one child—0 blood, 1 adopted (many children on FF)
  butterflykisses i.

interaction.
✯ storage // plot
✯ physically hard // mentally difficult // possession
✯ attack in #f24b00[/spoiler]

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]YOU BOUGHT A STAR —
She could hear the deafening thunder of her ever-beating heart in her eardrums, pounding and pounding, her throat vibrating in ecstatic purr after ecstatic purr. Cold metal meets warm flesh and she would've jumped in fear, would it have been anyone besides her father comforting her. She'd missed him. She'd longed and prayed and wished for his safe return, and now the Gods had given her reason to believe in them again. Still silent, the feline made a mental note to sacrifice some food or supplies to them as thanks later, once she'd settled down.

Butterflypaw hadn't officially joined any one group just yet, and had instead been staying focused on her clinic and it's patrons, not wanting to get too distracted in case something big happened. Politics had never really been her thing, but she supposed that joining a group would be beneficial for both parties involved- they would get a skilled medic, and she would be granted protection and shelter. There were a few animals who had decided to break off into different groups and move somewhere besides the mountain, because room and food in this place were growing quickly scarce.

Now that her father was here, she decided that it was most definitely a sign. She silently vowed that she wouldn't let her dad slip out of her sight once more; she'd stay with him for as long as he would allow her to(which was hopefully a long time). Milky paws retracting from his leg and reaching to touch solid ground again, her brilliant blue eyes gazed up at his face as he spoke. "You're back now, and that's what matters." She speaks warmly, softly, sweetly. She truly is a pure child, unaware(whether consciously or not) of the dangers and evils of the world.

Suddenly, worry creeps into her gaze. "Are you hurt? What happened?" She asked, concern delicately creasing her features.
[spoiler=TAGS / 11/14]in the sky tonight —✧ general
butterflypaw ignibus / female / 7 months / june 13th, 2017
gemini / knowledgeable in medicine
former thunderclan medic(hp) / wnr "loner"

because your life is dark —✧ appearance
black/white domestic cat / reference / health: 100%
— her pelt is the colour of midnight, dark and calm and soothing, eyes easily getting lost in the dark abyss. contrasted only by the stark white that is her paws, muzzle, and chest, as if someone had taken the essence of the moon and stars and dipped the she-cat in the milky syrup they would make. bright, intelligent sky blue eyes sit in the middle of her face, contrasting both ivory and ebony, keeping the balance between the borders. sharp ivory claws and fangs with enough power to rip through flesh with ease dot her mouth and paws like trophies, respectively.
— injuries: n/a

and it needs some light —✧ personality
— curious, passionate, adventurous, intelligent, friendly, welcoming
— butterflykit is very smart, and easily picks up on things, although she's not always good at doing that. she's very playful and friendly, and is always welcoming to strangers, which can sometimes be very dangerous. she seeks adventure and values knowledge and wisdom above almost everything else. as she grows, she'll travel to the other clans for visits and try to form relationships outside of just thunderclan. she is passionate about the work she does, and she will argue with you for hours if she thinks it's the right thing to do. also, the girl can hold a grudge for millennia.

you named it after me—✧ relationships & interaction
bisexual biromantic / single / not looking
npc x npc / adopted by zjarr
believes zjarr is her biological father
mentored by tba (battle) / former mentor to yuuri (medicine)
all free powers
physically easy / mentally medium
extremely inexperienced + naive in battle
attack in #B2828F / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[AGENT OLIVE]

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YOU BROUGHT THE FLAMES — TAGS

Dear odd, Olive hadn't been...around so much. She had been exploring for most of the time, to try and find someone she knew. Odd Squad was dead. She no longer lead ThunderClan. And she was a fox permanently. Hah. That she knew.

Hearing those voices...she decided to poke her head out and explore some more. And what she saw confirmed her thoughts.

"Zjarr." came the smooth voice. The vixen padded up. Apparently, Butterflykit was here too. "It's good to see you back here. Same with you, Butterflykit." The trio of Clanmates, it seemed. Still, she was happy to see at least someone she knew.

[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]— It was often that you saw former clanmates collide together and have a big reunion that undoubtedly became awkward for everyone within distance of it, and this converging proved especially difficult, when he knew not a single soul here - Modernwarfare, he recognized, and Olive he knew he'd seen once before (but that had been it) but other than that the rest were strangers. Hell, even the familiar ones were barely close to him. The only healer he'd known to be remotely active was Licorice, and even he had stopped running amok lately, which was beginning to be a cause of concern, because they did need capable people, even if everyone was splitting up.

The shepherd should probably not intrude, but he'd never been particularly subtle about needing to keep his eye on everyone that came in and out. "Quietus." he introduced himself, lumbering forward only to narrow his eyes in that same apathetic state of his; was the dog half-robot? Hopefully his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. If they were, it would be a cruel joke indeed, and he was not sure he was ready for another quip over the robot they found feasting on an innocent's entrails only a few days ago. Quietus could only dream that this guy - whatever he was - didn't pull the same thing and try to get away with it.

[Zjarr]

Zjarr waved an artificial forepaw dismissively at the child's inquiry. "I'm alright, I'm not hurt," he replied firmly, "just a new body, that's all." The body wasn't all too new in the sense, since he could swear he had run in this form in another world, where he first lived in. This, he could remember vividly. He was once a normal, fleshy wolf of the same russet-and-cream appearance before he had lost much of his body to an accident; may it be ravaged by rogues or a fire or a great fall, he couldn't recall. But in time he had been able to secure prosthetics and metal plates to himself, for his abilities in that world were nowhere near as limited as they were here. He looked, well, almost like a robot, save for the genuine flesh and fur that still covered much of his mesomorphic build.

What happened? Hmm, what did happen? It was all a mere blur beyond his quick resignation of leader and disappearance from ThunderClan. He had fled for a reason—a very foolish reason, but a reason nonetheless. The wolf made a note to try to explain all of that to the best of his ability to Butterflypaw later on. "We can talk about this later, yeah?" He'd love to hear how Butterflypaw had been faring up until now.

The canine heard his name being called once more, and he glanced over to see the proud, businesslike vixen that had served as deputy under his reign, who he trusted with his Clan's wellbeing. And how ironic was it that she was here as well, living in a lawless home as the others were? Not like there was anywhere else to go, though, with all the radiation rendering their old domains inhabitable. I'll miss that lil' village, he thought wistfully. "Olive. Nice to see you're still kickin'." Zjarr offered the fellow ex-ThunderClanner a content smile—it felt amazing to see his old comrades still alive and well, and together, somehow.

Finally, there was a completely new face to see. A Carpathian Shepherd made his way forward, presenting himself as Quietus. Although it'd be easy to just overlook the other canine's introduction and focus on all that sweet catching up with Butterflypaw and Olive, he felt it'd be better to get himself acquainted with those who called this habitable land their home. "Nice to meet you, Quietus," Zjarr barked to the dog, dipping his head in acknowledgement to the other.
[spoiler=tags :: updated 01/21]basics.
✯ Zjarr Ignibus // formerly known as Flamewhisker or Heatwave
✯ male // masculine
✯ age frozen, adult // mentally 65 months // spiritually unknown
✯ no rank // ex-leader of the late ThunderClan
✯ no titles // gay redneckâ„¢
✯ played since 2012
✯ formerly in the FeralFront universe
✯ recovering memories of past, slow to recognize old friends from past life
✯ demon, stole physical form from a mortal // doesn't act upon demonic lust
✯ former alcoholic, rehabilitated
✯ can speak German and Latin
✯ often fights with a sword (affectionately calls Ignibus Blade)

appearance.
✯ cyborg wolf [ref]
✯ russet pelt with cream hind legs, underbelly and chest
✯ brown right eye (natural), red left eye (artificial)
✯ prosthetic front legs; left side of face; back/spine — attempt to slow any effects of radiation
✯ may occasionally wear a military cap
✯ nicked left ear
✯ American accent, drawled

relationships.
✯ no best friend
✯ no apprentice
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ biromantic // bisexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ one child—0 blood, 1 adopted (many children on FF)
  butterflykisses i.

interaction.
✯ storage // plot
✯ physically hard // mentally difficult // possession
✯ attack in #f24b00[/spoiler]