Public DARKER DAWN — strategizing.

BATBRIAR

☾ — NIGHTFALL
Aug 6, 2021
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— TAGS. ☾ A hound, hungering, hung night at cloud-billow's neck, bustling eventide bled bright. And like a hungering hound he paced — the slink of paws scraping out mind's husk, sunlit glare scouring. Stares were caught. A tail's thrash beckoned them forth.

By the gnash of his snout, as though gore-stench yet slithered, he needed not introduce the wrath thick as twilight's sunder upon tongue.

"... the wretched yet rest and feast, healing." Serpents bellied in bloodshed and anguish, sprawling the sweetness of shade and warmth undaunted. Unpunished. An injustice to their wicked fruits, "these spent moon-steps of sheathed claws ... have they not warred? Blights — they have drunk our benevolence like a mirage, withering hope to deathful truth, and we lay down welcoming an end? — verily, for they will never fill blood's gluttony as long as they walk, yet we idle like snared prey, awaiting."

A pause to lighten lungs, thorned though words were prepared, polished. To further hone what thoughts spurred and claws yearned, haste thrumming heart.

"Worms in mud ... they writhe a hollow." The rogues' starkest flaw. Why had they not seized upon it already? "We shall alight as hawks from sky — striving a landslide — a burial of teeth and claws. The lands have granted ascendency, and we shall not lay it to waste." And thus he settled silent, inviting others to sew their fate — the briar rebelling the shrikes.

// @MANTISFANG @Echobright ♛ @Pyrebranch in case if they want to share their strategies here! Others can reply too, though :-]
 

CORNSKIP

[🌆] lovebug
Aug 6, 2021
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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ In all honesty... Cornskip found himself unable to understand a lot of what Batbriar was saying. He spoke beautifully, really beautifully Cornskip thought... but the tom was already pretty socially awkward and typically processed social situations a tad slower than most. It took him a few moments of silence after the tom had finished speaking for him to begin to slowly process his words, his message. He thinks he gets it... but... does he? Oh... he really isn't sure but he knew Batbriar was a smart and strategic cat! He voices his thoughts when hes confident hes processed the information Batbriar has given him, "Oh... so we use the hills to our advantage. Make them fight us from uphill! Oh I like that idea Batbriar." he purrs. It sounded easy enough to, something even an average fighter like Cornskip could do. He had been a tad worried the strategists would've come up with ideas far too complex for him to do...


( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions }​
╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· CORNPAW . male — he / him
╰ ‣ 18 moons . ages on the 1st of every month
╰ ‣ ex-loner . no titles

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, status — 100%
╰ ‣ a small, handsome, red tabby tom with brilliant emerald eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
╰ ‣ loving . soft . curious . eager-learner, people-pleaser . sensitive . shy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· PETUNIA x ROCK CLAW
╰ ‣ brother to morningcry & sunny
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown.
╰ ‣ okay fighter . okay hunter . no medical knowledge
╰ ‣ will not start fights . will most likely not stop fights . will flee . won't kill
╰ ‣ attacks in bold . penned by myth​
 

MALLOWLARK

gwynplaine
Oct 25, 2020
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Batbriar sure spoke in a funny way. Resting after the ambush, instructed to do so and having little desire to rebel, Mallowlark lay close, eavesdropping. A fluffy face angled toward the conversation, he did not interrupt, but instead found himself concentrating very hard on what the tom of rusted darkness spoke of. Not letting their ascendency lay to waste? Lost, Cornskip's input pulled Mallowlark's understanding back to earth, the blankness purged from grey eyes. Still, he did not move from where he lay flat on his side, content in listening for now. They were planning justice for the lost half of his tail before him... though, he was yet to feel happy about it. Despite the grin, no gladness swelled in his heart that what had been taken from him would be avenged. Perhaps if he listened more, there would be some feeling- any feeling.

Nothing, though. Yet.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]