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  1. Tenebris snarled back in surprise, fur fluffing fluffing out in reaction to Deric’s sudden aggression. He was taller than they’d expected, something that they didn’t appreciate. They had merely asked a question, and could see no reason for such a reaction to be justified. A sore point or not, it was clear that the man was volatile. They’d made their own mistakes, let emotions control themself in a similar way. It wasn’t that they didn’t understand, for they’d been there. If anything recognizing that feeling of having one’s body gripped in the talons of emotion, uncontrollable, led them to be more wary of Deric. They didn’t think that anyone should trust them, either. Why would they? Tenebris gotten into fights before and had the scars to prove it. They knew they were a bad person. Every step forward was matched by a step back. Everyone was some level of bad person, they figured. That was why they couldn’t trust anyone and no one could trust them. The world was cold and lonely. They clicked their teeth and flicked their tail nervously at Kikyo’s words. They certainly didn’t think that approaching the man, who had displayed aggression so suddenly, was a good idea, but Kikyo had her own ideas. She sounded so certain, and Tenebris knew that they couldn’t stop her. She was an adult, and her choices were her own. They couldn’t assume that they were right in this situation. “Be careful. I will remain close enough to assist you, should you call for my aid.” They didn’t think that they would be able to win, should there be a fight. There was a heavy scent in the air, similar to a dog’s. Wolf, potentially. Winning wasn’t what was important, however. What was important was ensuring that Kikyo could escape, and they believed themself capable of at least that. They trailed a distance behind Kikyo, close enough to remain in earshot while far enough to not seem like they were trying to approach as well.
  2. I guess what I'm wondering is why the scientists want that? I must be misinterpreting things, because I thought this was supposed to be to study how shifters act in groups, so why would they want to force a certain social structure? At this point I'm thinking like... just kill Tenebris, then. They'll probably get excited about the chance to go out like a martyr.
  3. Pff, I never said Tenebris was supposed to be likable. They're mistrustful, arrogant, and hypocritical. But I'm not really sure what you mean? Tenebris hasn't even thought anything about escaping, and I don't really have any idea of what the scientists want.
  4. All good, that just means that at least one of us had some idea of what to do! I'll go read it now~.
  5. I'M LAUGHING, Deric is basically a toddler throwing a tantrum because Tenebris didn't know something. Anyway, neither lu and I are really sure what the plan is next? Tenebris isn't going to be happy about him suddenly acting all threatening (from their perspective he got angry for no reason and this basically confirms that he's Dangerous). So Kikyo and Tenebris might just ? go back to the pride? [shrugs]
  6. Tenebris tensed when Kikyo told Deric about them, but soon forced themself to relax. Unlike Samuel, it was impossible to be angry at Kikyo. She was so eager to be helpful, and none of her words came from a place of malice. She did, however, remind Tenebris of another strange part of the equation. If all of the other shifters had been released at the camp, what was Deric doing out in the fields? Had he somehow managed to run off without being seen? Were some shifters released outside of the camp, and if so for what reason? Not that there seemed to be a rational reason for any of what conspired, but even in madness there must be some method. Was he dangerous? Kikyo certainly seemed enamored with him, but that wasn’t much of a point in his favor. She was too trusting, if she believed him so readily. “For what reason does he not speak for himself?” they asked. Deric had been completely silent the entire time they’d been there. Was it some ploy to attempt to gain their trust, by making the far more trustworthy Kikyo explain things?
  7. Dennis Allies: Kuu, Rufus, others Location: Mauna Kea Beach - Food Table “-combines physical abilities of Hakuda and Kido spells to fire Kido at enemies through arms and legs, u-huh,” Dennis says along with Kuu, having heard the speech enough times to match his intonation. “And I’ve never seen anyone better at it than you, so just take a few hours off. You can do that, right?” Actually, he probably can’t. Dennis doesn’t know how many times he’d been woken up in the middle of the night by Kuu practicing, only that the answer is “too many.” It was hard enough to sleep without being woken up by Kuu’s yelling. “Fifteen minutes?” That was doable, right? “And look, I’m sure she could find Rufus in half a second, but anyone could. Look, I can do it too. I bet he’s stealing from someone right now-” As he speaks, Dennis turns around and is met with the sight of exactly that. Barely a few feet away, Rufus shoves silverware into his pockets without a hint of shame. Why. He sighs, only a little fondly. “You’re getting predictable, Rufus.” He must’ve run out of babies to steal candy from. That wasn’t a joke; he’d actually stolen candy from a baby once. It'd been hilarious for how stereotypical it was (and besides, candy was bad for babies' teeth).
  8. “My apologies,” they said, dipping their head to Kikyo. “It was not my intent to startle you.” Kikyo relaxed and started purring. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. A warm feeling swelled within their chest. Gratitude wasn’t the right word, but it was something similar. It wasn't often that people trusted them, and they’re surprised by how happy it made them feel. I’ve known Kikyo for less than an hour and if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this savannah and then myself. They probably wouldn’t actually do that, but they did want to protect her. She’d called them Cyon-sama, which was ridiculous, adorable, and so nice to hear. A grand title, perfect for one as grand as themself. They didn’t want to bring down the mood, but lying wasn’t acceptable either. They couldn’t just tell Kikyo their feelings, of course, but they wouldn’t lie. “The day has barely begun, and I know not what challenges we will face over its course. Yet, I am confident that we will be able to get through all of its trials and emerge through the other side.” Their eyes moved back to the Deric person, suspicious. They hadn’t missed his possessive baring of teeth. Would he let Kikyo leave, if she wished? It was entirely possible that they had misinterpreted things. Kikyo certainly seemed calm enough. Still, the way Deric moved was uncanny. Too stiff, too low to the ground. “Where did you and Deric cross paths?”
  9. Dennis Allies: Kuu, Rufus, others Location: Mauna Kea Beach - Food Table His hard work learning 2019 slang just to teach it to Kuu is paying off, at least. It’s always nice to see his efforts bear fruit, even if the results just end up terrifying the poor woman even more. Good. He’d toiled for hours to accomplish this. Still, he can’t let Kuu smash the egg into the woman’s face, and Kuu’s dangerously close to doing just that. “No eggs,” he says, grabbing Kuu’s wrist and stepping to insert himself between Kuu and the woman. Behind him, the woman takes the chance to scurry away. “You really don’t,” he says, snorting. “What was that you said before? ‘Stay there’? It’s a good thing I followed you, if you’re giving up so quickly.” He plucks the egg from Kuu’s hand and pops it into his mouth. Not bad. “C’mon, you can practice your Rufus-tracking instead. It’s more useful, anyway.”
  10. Who're you waiting for, anyway, Aroara? It's just Jason, right?
  11. Neither of the pair noticed their approach, likely due to the magnificent powers of stealth they possessed. Why, they weren’t even trying to hide and they were clocked so well by the shadows. The dawn had blessed them, and they muttered a quiet prayer of thanks. Even if the pair looked a little preoccupied. Something seemed off about the scene before them. Kikyo and the other shifter were sitting too close together, and were even in contact. Tenebris admittedly didn’t know much about Kikyo, but she hadn’t arrived long ago and they knew that the strange man didn’t live in camp. They’d never smelled a wolf around before. Had she met him while she and Diego had been exploring? If so, why wouldn’t either of them say anything to anyone else? If she had just met him, why were they sitting so close together? Kikyo had seemed so shy, almost clinging to her brother. There was the scent of blood on the air, too. When the strange man reached forward to touch Kikyo’s face, Tenebris couldn’t take it any longer and stepped forward. There was no way she could possibly know the man well enough to make that acceptable. “Who’s this?” they asked, now within a few meters of the pair, trying to keep the accusation and worry out of their voice. They didn’t want to scare Kikyo; she’d been nothing but adorable and deserved the best.
  12. Dennis Allies: Kuu, Rufus, others Location: Mauna Kea Beach - Food Table Yeah, no, there was no way that he was leaving Kuu to look for Rufus alone. While Kuu wasn’t malicious, unlike the demon, he could cause just as much chaos with his stunning lack of awareness of social norms. Leaving him unsupervised wasn’t an option. Sighing, Dennis takes off jogging after Kuu, wishing (not for the first or last time) that he still had Vista on his team or that he had a Mover power. It’d make keeping his two idiot boyfriends from getting into trouble slightly more manageable, though he doubted any power would have been enough. He arrives just in time to see Kuu teleport away again. He’d never been able to understand the words “low profile”, and Dennis had just about given up on trying to remind him. No riots started, but the guests, all wearing fancy outfits, were looking pretty unhappy. Among the normal human guests, he feels out of place. His helmet was off, collapsed and held in a pocket on the back of his armor. Other than that, he wears his full costume, grey and white with the image of a winged clock on the chest. It’s not the costume that makes him feel out of place. It would have been easier if he were wearing his mask. Fortunately, he’s not there to talk to people, he’s there to find Kuu and keep him from stripping in the middle of the party or doing something worse. Rufus, too. He finds Kuu holding out an egg towards a woman with pie smeared on her face. He decides not to question it, and instead looks for something he could give her to wipe her face with. There’s a thin sheet of cloth stashed in his costume, but it’s large enough to cover several people at once and takes ages to fold back up again. Instead he grabs a cloth napkin from a table, automatically taking note of his surroundings as he does so. He can’t let his guard down. “Here, this might help more,” he says, holding the napkin out to the woman, gallan- graciously resisting the urge to poke fun at the woman. He was getting better at that. “Rufus?” he asked Kuu, though it really wasn’t a question. Who else?
  13. Once out of sight (as speeding up before that would make it look like they were fleeing, when of course they were storming out dramatically) Tenebris burst into a run. Their lengthy strides easily consumed the distance below them, many times faster than they would have been able to move as a human. Their mind cleared, their thoughts swept away like dust in the wind. They wanted to push themself faster, but that would have forced them to stop sooner, and they couldn’t afford that. Despite their attempts at pacing themself, they couldn’t keep running for long. They stopped at the side of a stream, chest heaving, and lapped up the water. They were still angry, of course. There was no reason for them to stop being angry, and they were perfectly capable of holding a grudge. Rather, the anger had less of a hold on them. They could summon it, stoking the fire, but until it was necessary it would smolder in the pit of their stomach. Another weapon. They should have controlled themself better, back at the camp. It’d been weak to show such anger, as justified as it had been, and they should have been able to think. Rationality was a virtue, and to let themself be controlled by their emotions like that was a sin. ‘If one makes a mistake, one should do one's best to rectify it and resolve any harm that might have been caused.’ Was there anything they needed to rectify? They’d made a mistake, yes, but their reasons for their actions and the lack of effect their actions had had were the only things they regretted. They had been the only one physically harmed, so far as they knew, and they had done nothing to cause mental harm against anyone that didn’t deserve it. It would have been better to have a calm conversation than to bring in aggression, but that had never been possible. Chetella and Samuel refused to listen to any amount of reason. Was it their duty to try to educate fools? At what point should one give up? Deep in thought, it took them a moment to notice Kikyo and a man they’d never seen before on the side of the stream a distance away. They tensed, ready to run to the small serval’s defense if necessary, but for the moment things seemed calm. Kikyo shifted to match the man a moment later. It was fortunate that Tenebris had seen her before she had shifted, or they wouldn’t have known whom she was. They started to approach, trying to appear unhurried, but their ears were pricked forward and their eyes didn’t leave the pair. What was going on?
  14. Don't worry, they aren't just going to run up to them while screaming. It's physically impossible to yell at Kikyo. It'll be awhile before I can post, anyway, I've got some homework to do (but hopefully I'll be able to do it sometime today).
  15. Hey Aroara, are you alright with Tenebris joining the Kikyo/Mr. Russia interaction? I've already asked lu, she said it's okay because there's not really anywhere else for Tenebris to go since everyone else is hanging out in the camps right now.
  16. Tenebris moved forward to fight Samuel, but before they could react a blur of tawny slammed into their chest, pinning them to the ground. They snarled and struggled, but long black claws easily dug through their fur and kept them from wriggling free. Wait. ‘Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.’ They stilled, tension thrumming through their limbs. Chetella was a fool to shift back, but that she underestimated Tenebris was in their favor. Her words only told Tenebris more about the delusions she and her brother shared, and her touch made them want to tear off the offending limb. The contact was anything but calming, making their skin crawl and their stomach twist with the sheer audacity and arrogance of it. Chetella must have thought she owned them, for there was no other way that she could think her actions acceptable. Like they were a pet, acting up, but ultimately harmless. They hissed, harsh enough that flecks of spit flew at Chetella, hatred in their eyes. They stood, not for a moment letting their glare lessen. “Do not patronize me. There is no future in which I ever submit to you or your tyranny, and one day you will fall.” 'Not a promise, not an oat, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable.' “You cannot win me over with petty gifts, and I grow weary of your attempts.” They turned and left, flicking their tail for maximum dramatic effect.
  17. Oh, this is fun, I'm looking forward to seeing the finished post! Tenebris is really not going to like the touching. I've written the first part of a post so that I'll be a little faster when you finish, and right now Tenebris is pretty much ready to try biting Chetella's arm.
  18. Oh, wow, I didn't expect a fight to start so soon, but I honestly can't really see a way to avoid it from my end. I hope this is alright?
  19. All of their attempts at calming down were thwarted by Samuel’s next words. They snarled, barely able to keep themself from leap at Samuel then and there. There were so many things wrong with what he’d said. Every statement incensed them more. “We are not beasts,” they snarled. “Are you so enamored by the lies of society that you’ve accepted them into your own heart? Poison, filth, infecting your mind with the virus of conformity? Perhaps it is true, for only a beast would declare himself king, prancing around as though others are beneath him. Does it make you feel powerful, standing upon a false throne? A king is not powerful. A king is weak, pathetic, so unable to rise on his one merits that he relies on tradition and browbeating to retain his place. Democracy has existed for thousands of years, yet you refer to yourself using an archaic and feeble title, hiding behind a facade of strength.” They took a brief pause to breathe, then continued their absurdly long monologue. “Do not speak to me of science as if you know the meaning of the word. This is not science, this is a sick and perverted spectacle. Tell me, do you really believe any useful data could be gained from hurling us into this arena? With no control group? No way of replicating the results? Don’t be naive. The claim of “science” is merely an appeal to ideology because they believe us too stupid to look past their veil and see the truth beneath. “I do not need to know this specific system, for I have seen it often enough before. Tyrants. Appeals to authority, to ideology. Lies. Systems set up for the good of the people at the top, that remain only because the proletariat are too beaten down to think. The draw of security, to the belief that there is any sort of fairness in the world, an afterlife. Do not pretend that any of this is new. It has repeated itself a thousand times throughout human history and will repeat itself a thousand times more.” They weren’t even going to get into the phrase “actual gender”, as much as it added fuel to the fire of their anger. “Complacency,” they spat, disgusted. “They give you luxuries and you think that means you get to step on others to remain at the top? You think that’s enough to simply give up? ‘The struggle for justice is an ongoing and necessary pursuit that should prevail over laws and institutions,’” they quoted. “If you truly loved the system you created you would be eager to tear it down, to see something new and better rise out of the ashes. The fight is never over. By trying to block progress, you have merely become the very thing you tried to fight against in the past, you despicable worm.” They took a step forward, teeth bared, fully intending on fighting Samuel then and there. Had they been thinking, they would have realized that such an act was suicide, but their heart was afire with the desire for revolution, for change. Samuel was everything they hated and had insulted them. If nothing else, they would show their conviction to everyone present. Death was not something they feared.
  20. Samuel hadn’t even apologized for his actions, instead telling some anecdote that Tenebris little nothing for. Despite being shorter than Samuel in animal form, they managed to look down their nose at him as though he were beneath them. “Either Iona has made no threat of violence and there is no need to fear, or she has made threat of violence and shouldn’t be allowed to remain. A house divided cannot stand, and the same applies here. Should the members of the pride not feel safe amongst these huts, the entire system is rotten and should be thrown out and started anew.” This was why they couldn’t stand people. There was always some snag, some reason they couldn’t get along, and bystanders suffered in the wake of it. They’d lived most of their life living in quiet dread of returning to their mother’s house, and it was only in the last five years that they’d learned what it felt like to have a safe space to go to. They suspected that they’d never really managed to find the feeling that people meant when they talked about a “home”, despite all that. They’d had their own apartment, yes, and it had been theirs as much as they could make it, but there’d still been something missing. Building their life had been slow. There were times when they’d go home after a long day and be unable to escape the feeling that someone was there, invading their space. Like they’d been lucky to get a small reprieve, as if their mother was just around the corner, breathing down their neck. They’d light candles and encase themself in rituals and a blanket of music to try to drown it out. But it had been something, and most days had been good. They’d been able to breathe, to scream their defiance to the world. That had been stripped away from them, and all they wished was to cling to some remnant of that feeling. Their life had no place for people that couldn't even try.
  21. Tenebris stiffened, angered by Samuel’s assumptions. How dare he? They had never spoken, never broadcast any intent for their thoughts to be revealed. Samuel had pried, looked upon them and presumed to know what they thought. He’d reached into their mind, the most sacred of places, and violated it, laying them bare for all to see. He might as well have cracked open their ribcage and displayed their heart to the world. It mattered not that he had been correct in his impudence, for at another time he could have made the wrong assumption and painted a distorted picture of Tenebris. This alone, Tenebris could have looked past, but Samuel continued to interject himself into their affairs. Diego asked Tenebris a simple question, one which they had been prepared to answer, but before they could Samuel told him about Tenebris’ choice to sleep outside. They stood, legs stiff, reeling around to face Samuel with bared teeth and raised fur. “Do not presume to speak for me!” they hissed, anger evident. They tried to calm themself- people are fallible. It was only natural for Samuel to make mistakes, and angered though they were it was Tenebris’ duty to think before acting in rage. One should strive to act with compassion and empathy toward all creatures in accordance with reason. Diego had asked a question, and though Samuel had already dared to speak for them Tenebris thought it polite to set the record straight. “I do,” they said, relaxed their stance some and letting their fur settle as much as it were able. They gestured towards their hut with their muzzle. “I lack a roommate.” Given that they had only arrived about a week ago, Tenebris’ hut was plain and unadorned for the time being. They’d made tiny changes where they were able to, scratching protective runes and the like into the wood, but it was still bland and ugly. There were so many things they couldn’t do without the resources of the outside world.
  22. Tenebris bristled at the implication and huffed. “No, of course not! I-” They nearly made a terrible lapse and told Diego exactly why they were out there, but they were interrupted by Samuel entering the scene. The lion was hardly there for a moment before running off, yelling about something that Tenebris didn’t care to notice. “Okay,” they blinked, thoughts derailed. “So anyway-” They didn’t get anywhere before Diego took off as well, carrying his sister (?). How dare he! Did no one understand proper etiquette? Filthy mongrels. Huffing again, they awkwardly leapt from the tree, managing to land without falling over by some miracle. The loped after the trio, easily keeping up as they mumbled curses under their breath. As with before, they still didn’t care what Samuel had to say. Most of it was useless drivel, some about how Iona was “terrifying” without a cup of coffee. Pathetic, really, that she couldn’t manage to remain polite in the morning without drugs, and Samuel was more so for being afraid of her. Still, they kept quiet. Not because they were afraid, but because one should never bother another in their lair and because they prided themself in being able to stalk silently through the night. Then, unfortunately, they were met with a problem. They could never admit to Diego or Kikyo that they perhaps, on some level, wished to continue speaking to them. On the other hand, they looked ridiculous, running back to camp for no apparent reason. Hmph. Unsure of what else to do, they sat down, back straight and towards the camp, a silent guardian watching the rising light of the horizon.
  23. Tenebris paused, unsure of what to do with this new information. Them? Forget? Impossible. And yet… squinting, looking more carefully at Diego, they realize that he does look familiar. The hurt, dramatic pose. The self-assured way he stood. The regal confidence that infused every aspect of his being. Yes, they had seen him before. He’d tried to talk to them the day before, holding the serval under his armpit like a pillow. They try to tell themself that it’s not their fault that they were too busy thinking about their own mortality to consciously notice Diego, but the failure weighs heavy on their heart nonetheless. A weakness, a crack in their mentality. Thoughts about the vast and unknowable proceedings of the universe were important, but hot guys were important too. “Well, of course,” they said. Smooth as always. “I was merely... “ they tried to think of a possible reason for their previous words. “...ensuring that you remembered me.” Excellent. “What are you doing out there? We went out hunting late last night, but I thought everyone else had gone to bed." Wouldn’t he like to know! Tenebris feels a flickering of amusement and pride. They’d have smiled, had they currently had the required anatomy. The foolish mortal, so desperate for knowledge about them. It was empowering, and they had no intention of giving that up. Even if they were actually just trying to sleep in the try because they thought it made them look cool. “I have not gotten so far in life by revealing my every secret. I have my reasons for being here.” "So tall." Tenebris’ eyes light up, and their tail, hanging below them, gives a few light wags. So discerning! “Thank you,” they said, the sincerest they’ve been for a long time. “May the shadows cloak your footsteps and the light guide your path, sharp-eyed one.” Perhaps these people weren’t the worst they’d ever encountered.
  24. Tenebris blinked open one blood-red eye, lazily looking down from their perch at the chattering figures. They’d tried to sleep high in a tree, but a long, black-furred limb hung down, unable to fit on the branch. Irritating. At least they’d gotten some sleep before being so rudely interrupted. They didn’t recognize either of the people, presumably shifters, that had stopped to drink. That meant that they didn’t know how to get rid of the intruders, but on the other hand the shifters hadn’t had a chance to prove themselves useless yet. Perhaps one or both of them would, if the stars aligned, not be a curse set upon them like everything else in their life. Unlikely. Still, it was unlikely that they’d get any more sleep with the incessant screaming going on below them, and it wouldn’t hurt to try. As a bonus, the human-form man was nice to look at. He was tall (and probably thought he was better than Tenebris, disgusting), but was well-muscled and beautiful, with piercing eyes and well-cared for hair. The serval, on the other hand, was adorable. Tenebris would have pet her if she were a housecat, and would do it anyway if they got the chance. They adjusted their position slightly, trying to pull themself into stance that made them look less asleep. They’d intended the gesture to be a graceful, dramatic thing, but their precarious stance on the branch left them almost falling. They gripped the branch with their claws, eyes widening, with the limb that had been hanging down curling around the branch to keep them from falling. For a moment, they thought that they’d flip upside down, but then they regained their balance and smoothed out their hair, resuming their relaxed, casual pose. All according to plan. “Who walks upon these paths? Friend or enemy?” they said. An excellent and normal greeting. “My name is Tenebris, and I wish you no harm should you extend the same goodwill towards me.”