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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/rex2.png] [scrolly:h(240),w(450),sy] pawsteps took the blank-minded vulpine down the streets that once belonged to humans. those orange-y colored eyes trailed along the buildings, gazing up and in almost every direction. the size of such dens that humans used to live in just amazed him. he'd never seen a human in person but he was sure they had to be huge to need such large homes and the like. too bad everything was falling apart, it'd have been a little bit safer if it had only been a year or so since everything had fallen apart. he hadn't even been a thought at that point in time, he'd guess. but he really didn't know how old his parents were.. had been. "yo no puedo creer que esto," rex breathed out as he stopped in front of the only building that seemed mostly made of metal- instead of the others that seemed mostly wood. he felt a lot more comfortable here than in the forest or anything that a natural wild animal would have liked. the fact he had such a strong connection with metal and electric-based things due to his powers, he felt like he needed to stay closest to what made him strongest. turning easily, the orange and black vulpine sniffed the air, his thick tail resting just above the dusty ground. those paws of his shifted the ground a little, prepared to launch a rock in the air to attack with if what he scented was a danger. because he did scent something- another fox no doubt. he'd recognize the musky smell of a fox any day, but what fox? he did not know. maybe they knew him- because he'd be helluva interested in someone who knew about his past. after all, all he could remember was how to use his powers and his own name. and how to speak properly and in spanish. which he didn't even know what spanish really was. ________________________ so make way, three hundred thirty three to start the revolution, open to anyone make way, the living tombstone we're gunna have fun tonight, not my best post by far but i needed to post something <3 [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] Shade had taken to wandering away from his post lately. For awhile he had been a good little hunter who caught his allotted amount of prey and then turned in for the day. It had been enough to begin with but then he got the itch. He called it the itch for lack of a better word. He wasn't satisfied with where he was, and he felt the need to seek out more foxes who felt the way he did about the Rustique. Their teachings were wrong, as was their way of life. Foxes who didn't embrace change and merely pretended that it wasn't happening really rubbed him the wrong way. He had gotten sick of that way of thinking ages ago. So that was why he found himself venturing further and further away from Fantome territory. He knew he was risking the wrath of his superiors by abandoning his post—but really they couldn't say anything negative about him. He had begun to cheat, and he did feel a bit bad about this, but he had begun to use the shadows of his prey to render them incapable of moving. And then he just slaughtered them all so he would have more time to work on his side project rather than feeding the troop. Some of the foxes who liked him, for reasons unknown, began to complain that they never saw him. He never offered an explanation. He felt a little guilty about misusing his powers—at least he thought of it that way—but it seemed like it was for the greater good, right? His mother certainly hadn't helped him come to grips with what was appropriate behavior, so he was on his own for that. Shade was slowly becoming ambitious. Whether that was a good thing or not, time would tell. The reynard bounded quickly through his own territory and crept through another hunter's. He passed a few warriors and melded into the shadows, wanting no one to know what he was up to. He didn't know if secrecy was necessary or not but he didn't want to waste time thinking about it. Being cautious, he probably took an entire month to make it as far as the edge of the forest, constantly darting back to his post and then going a little further each day. It was at the very edge of the forest one day that he discovered an odd location that felt unnatural. It was frightening, even to this mostly unfeeling fox. The trees were bent in odd shapes and there were cold, hard objects that reminded him of the taste of blood but it wasn't quite the same. He had given it a test bite and his teeth had grated unpleasantly against the solid, metal frame, so he decided not to do that again. Normally he wouldn't have dared to come here, but there was another fox about. Having finally made the decision to leave the Fantome territory, Shade was realizing just how many lone foxes there were. Somehow, none of them had formed allegiances. There were a few foxes that seemed to know that he was from the Fantome, and they cowered away from him, presumably because they were powerless foxes. He supposed most Fantome foxes would harass them, but he didn't care about those foxes. Their way of thinking wasn't backwards. They couldn't choose how they were born. It was just those foolish Rustique that got under his skin, like little fleas. Shade decided that he had to sift through the loners, and he had to do it before the Novelle got a hold of them. Yes it was good that the Novelle tried to make peace with everyone, but the Rustique would never change their ways. They needed to be dethroned. Why couldn't the Novelle understand that? The reynard cocked his head to the side and looked along the length of metal railing. It seemed to lead directly over the other fox, who looked reasonably young. If he was a powerless fox, then Shade would let him go. Indeed, he'd even go so far as to disappear into the shadows and make the little guy wonder if he had even existed at all. The slender male made use of his muscular legs and propelled himself off the ground, landing neatly on the frame with a metallic clink as his black nails connected with it. So much for the element of surprise. Shade determined that the framing was wide enough to run on and did so, his tail out horizontally behind him, the black tip bobbing up and down with each of his gaits. In no time he found himself directly above the youth and he alighted, landing with a soft thud in front of the other fox. They were a few lengths away from each other, out of bite and clawing range, but powers? Well, who could say? “Tell me about yourself,” Shade blurted out. He didn't know how to be anything but direct and to the point. And he had no idea what he was about to get himself into. Word Count: 849 Tag(s): Rex Muse: Good Music: None today

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/rex2.png] [scrolly:h(240),w(450),sy] rex had not expected the gray fox to jump from above, and nearly leapt out of his fur, launching that large stone he'd dislodged mere moments ago at the other. his pearly white teeth bared in a cautious act, but his huge ears remained perked, almost curiously. this fox was nuts! well, he supposed he couldn't blame him, that very close-to-risky jump was something the cross fox would have definitely dared to do. he was always throwing himself into risky and reckless positions, just for the hell of it. because usually he could do it just fine. "trying to fly, pajarito?" the hispanic vulpine questioned, snickering as he called the other a 'birdie' in spanish. of course, the joke was a way to settle his own nerves, and he doubted the other even knew what pajarito meant. he had no idea who this fox was and what he wanted. but he definitely had an ominous- if you could call it that- aura about him. he really wasn't sure how he should feel about him, besides that wariness that definitely surged up his paws and through his chest. "why do you want to know about me?" rex questioned, backing up towards some of what he had come to know as metal. it was one of those things he felt a connection to, and he wanted it close to him, something a little more solid to defend himself with if need be. and he definitely looked prepared to use it. the younger fox almost desperately wanted to tell this gray fox that he didn't even have an idea of who he was. his knowledge was limited and a lot of things were new to him still. with rex's lack of memory he didn't know a lot about anything, and he was always asking random foxes that seemed friendly (and not as spooky as this one) what things were. but he figured that giving away such information could be a risky move. he didn't really know if the male could or would use that information against him... but rex didn't want to risk that. ________________________ so make way, three hundred sixty one to start the revolution, shade make way, catching up by orange we're gunna have fun tonight, weee a bit longer than the last XD [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] The large stone came hurtling to his face without warning. Shade barely had time to react. He judged that he would not be able to jump high enough to clear the projectile, nor would he be able to crouch low enough for it to sail over his head. The only thing to do was use his power to protect himself. He concentrated on the stone's shadow, halting it in its path and sent it crashing to the earth a mere tail's tip away from himself. If the other fox was impressed by his actions, he didn't show it. “Trying to fly, pajarito?” the male asked. He had some sort of accent. Shade didn't recognize the last term used, and merely narrowed his eyes into slits, letting silence be his reply. “What do you want to know about me?” the male pressed, giving ground, obviously uncomfortable. Shade failed to accredit that to his hasty entrance. He edged around the stone, wanting to keep the other reynard in view in case he initiated another attack. His large paws moved stealthily over the dusty terrain, despite there being no reason to be quiet. “You've already answered one question,” Shade replied vaguely. He scrutinized his opponent with his inky eyes, noting how stark the black and orange of the coat were. He had never seen a fox with such odd coloring before, and the bright orange orbs that looked back at him struck him as unusual as well. They made him think of fire. He had seen a member of the Fantome wielding that power before. The other reynard's size indicated that he was a red fox, though. As for powers, it was obvious that he had some, but Shade didn't know what they were, exactly. Telekinesis perhaps? He certainly hadn't physically picked that stone up off of the ground. “Are you a member of a troop?” asked Shade, his black lips drawn into their usual grim line, as if he'd never found anything to be funny in his life. Halo had always said he needed to loosen up. Even now he stood tensely in a firm stance, his tail held out behind him for balance. He didn't seek to overthrow this fox. Hopefully the other would just be willing to answer his questions. If he wasn't a member of the troop, then Shade would try to convince him to become part of the Fantome. He didn't know how he would do it, but he was keen to try. He couldn't bear the thought that somewhere in that troop, another vixen was hiding her powers for the sake of reputation, for the sake of safety. Things had to change. Maybe this fox could help him do that. Word Count: 456 Tag(s): Rex Muse: Okay Music: Christina Lorentzen - Creeping in My Soul

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/rex2.png] [scrolly:h(240),w(450),sy] rex's orange eyes narrowed slightly, suspiciously focusing on this other fox. already answered one question? what was he getting at? he hadn't said anything really, except for speak in spanish- maybe he wanted to see if he spoke another language? wasn't from around here? so was he here about him- or was he just making a poor attempt at communicating with him? ugh- he didn't quite like when foxes acted like this, it was so confusing... so he'd probably need to whip out the good `ol rex charm to get more answers. "what was the answer, tipo? you're being pretty vague here. don't really know what you're talking about." rex kept a goofy front up, one of the ways he liked to 'defend' himself. being goofy and making jokes kept him calm- and he didn't really want this other fox to see his suspicion, his doubt about his motives. he needed to be that calm hero, who- no matter what kind of rut he got stuck in, he could crawl his way out- mostly unscathed. but the next question definitely caught the latino vulpine off guard. a troop? what the heck was a troop? he didn't quite voice the question yet, glancing around him for a moment, before taking a few steps back. and finally, he spoke, feeling a little more calm than mere moments ago. "a troop? qué es eso?" it took rex a moment, before he remembered the other fox would have no idea what that meant. so he added the english translation quickly afterwards. "what's that?" he wondered why this fox wanted to know if he was in a 'troop', or whatever it was. was he part of one? maybe he wanted to recruit him for the betterment of the fox world? he'd change the world! "are you in one?" ________________________ so make way, 315 words to start the revolution, shade make way, Sucker Punch Soundtrack we're gunna have fun tonight, have you seen sucker punch? i was surprised at how good it was XD [/scrolly]

[candybunny]

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] Shade leaned his athletic frame toward the stone that had been hurled in his direction and slapped his bushy, multi-colored tail against it once, never taking his black eyes off the younger male. “The question was if you had powers or not,” he supplied. He noticed that the other fox seemed tense and nervous, so he sat on the ground, hoping to be less threatening. He needed this guy to stay, not flee. How stupid it would be if he were to drive him away, due to his tendency of being anti-social, to one of the other troops. Now he learned that this reynard didn't even know what a troop was. His eyes glittered with subdued excitement. What luck that one of the earliest foxes he encountered happened to be a good candidate for the Fantome! He was a little hesitant that the reynard kept babbling in an unfamiliar tongue, but he seemed to know enough of his own language so that they were capable of communication. Besides, Shade had always found body language to be easier to understand. “A troop is a group of foxes that work together to accomplish a common goal. It's easier to survive in one,” he said helpfully. His tone changed from that of one giving an interrogation to that of a tutor's. “And yes, I am in one, one that is full of foxes with powers like yourself.” He studied the other fox in a leisurely manner, still trying to determine if there were any other hidden powers that the reynard might possess. But all he really noticed was the unusual color of fur. The size and stature of this guy made Shade surmise that he was a red fox. That sort of species seemed to be most dominant these days. “I'm surprised you didn't know about troops,” he added thoughtfully. Loners were even more socially inept than he was, weren't they? “They're always squabbling over recruits, so I'm surprised no one else has approached you about this in the past.” He had better fill this guy in quick about how things were, he decided. “I used to be in the Rustique,” he revealed, his voice quiet and flat. “They are a pretty big troop, but they don't recruit foxes with powers. I was born into that troop, and got kicked out of it once it was discovered that I had powers.” By my own mother, he thought to himself, but he buried it deep inside his mind. He didn't pause for effect, and his voice didn't seem to hold any bitterness over this fact, but reliving that moment hurt, and his jaw tightened. Only an observant fox would have noticed such a minute detail. “The Rustique deny the future,” he continued. “It wouldn't surprise me if one day they all gain powers too. That's the way the world is going, and that's why I've joined the Fantome. I hope to change that way of thinking. Being a fox with powers isn't bad at all, and we shouldn't have to pretend to be weaker than we are. We should nurture our powers and use them to protect what we hold dear.” He inhaled through his nose and let his breath trickle slowly out of his lungs. He debated about whether he should mention the Novelle or not. This fox should probably know about all the troops before he joined one, but even he had been tempted to join the Novelle once. No, he couldn't be dishonest. Gaining a member through false means just went against what his conscience told him to do. “There are the Novelle, who accept both powerless foxes and foxes with powers. But those foxes have already made the decision to change, and live in harmony. They do nothing to change the foxes that don't feel that way already.” It was rather a long speech for Shade, and he gave a stretch and a yawn. He had said enough for this fox to make an informed decision, and that was all he could do. He wasn't going to use force to get his way. A fox like that could never be truly loyal, anyway. Word Count: 703 Tag(s): Rex Muse: Good Music: None

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/rex2.png] [scrolly:h(240),w(450),sy] rex stared at shade, one of his brows lifted curiously at the fact the other had just wanted to know if he had powers or not. why the gray fox hadn't just asked that, he wasn't sure. but the way he sat down and seemed relaxed definitely eased his worries a little bit. he wasn't entirely calm though- not one to let his guard down that quickly, still tense as he sat down as well. might as well be cordial and not seem completely uptight. but he definitely wanted to assure the other knew he wasn't going to just act like they've known each other for days and days. black ears twitched curiously as the other explained what a troop was, and how they recruited foxes and the like. he wondered if he should tell the other he had no memories at all. he may have been in a troop for all he knew. he may have been told about the troops before. he may have even not had powers back then. he didn't really know at all. it was a weird thought- one he'd never considered before due to his lack of knowledge in such a field... it was in that moment he decided he'd admit his memory loss. the other could even possibly help him find his family! so maybe it was best to tell him... "i don't remember anything. at all. except for my name and the past couple of days. i don't remember any familia... where i came from- nothing. i woke up in a bunch of escombros... er, debris. that's probably why i don't know anything about these troop things. lo siento." apologizing at the end, for he didn't even know what, rex wrapped his tail around his paws, whiskers slipping back against his muzzle. the cross fox tilted his head curiously then, wondering what the next step would be. should he join the troop? or maybe novelle would be better to join- because they accepted both foxes. but what if they still had bitterness about powered foxes? ugh, he wasn't sure. but maybe there was a way he could decide. "could i see the troop? you know, get a feel for it? i don't really know a lot about any of this. like i said, everything is a blank. and i'll consider joining... on one condition." the goofy young fox's lips broke out in a toothy, excited grin, awaiting a response. ________________________ so make way, 424 to start the revolution, shade make way, easier to run by linkin park we're gunna have fun tonight, weee XD [/scrolly]

[candybunny]

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] It was an awkward moment. For probably the first time, Shade faltered. It wasn't in the way someone would usually falter (lots of stammering, blinking and stalling for time.) He just sat like a stone for a moment and stared past Rex, trying to come up with an answer. This fox had somehow lost his memory. He didn't know anything. He was like a kit running loose. Shade felt a strange crawling sensation on the back of his neck and tried to eradicate it with his hind leg, the claws scratching futilely, mere inches away from the bothersome feeling, which was really a mental thing rather than a physical one. “I guess it's pointless to ask your name then,” he joked, though because of the serious way he said it, the other might not realize he was attempting to be humorous. He felt compelled for whatever reason to offer some comfort to this fox, who had opened up to him about a big problem. Shade acted like it wasn't a big deal at all, and that it happened all the time, but already the gears in his mind started whirring. All he remembers is waking up in debris? And nothing seemed....familiar? Ugh, whatever “familia” means. Shade suddenly envisioned the reynard attempting to impress a female with his powers, only to send a pile of rocks cascading down onto his own head. So he knocked himself out and didn't remember a thing when he came to... It was almost enough to make even someone like Shade chuckle, but he recognized that it was a most inopportune moment. It might have been something more serious than that. What if it was the result of losing control of his powers, and he had killed somebody that he loved in the process? “At least with the Fantome, you're free to practice control over your powers,” he said, flicking his tail, which seemed to have become snagged on something prickly. He didn't realize it, but it was an old discarded sheriff's badge, and it glinted as the light caught it. So, this guy wanted to see the Fantome troop before deciding? Well, now that Shade thought about it, it did make sense. It was not an unreasonable request. But why was he so uncomfortable with it? And then the answer came to him. There were foxes in the Fantome who hated powerless foxes with a passion. They treated those foxes like the Rustique had treated Shade. If he had any chance of recruiting this reynard as a member, he should address this straight away. “I must warn you that if you come to see my troop, some members of the Fantome are brutal to powerless foxes. Personally I don't really have any issues with them, unless they're members of the Rustique.” He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with himself, and felt the need to justify his feelings. “I just don't see how powerless foxes could help me with change. They aren't very good in fights and stuff. Better if they just stay out of the way while I fix things.” Just one thing at a time, okay? The gray fox found himself pondering how his life had become so complicated all of a sudden. He felt anxious in anticipation of what was to come...what was the red fox's decision...and what would the outcome of it be? Word Count: 562 Tag(s): Rex Muse: Good Music: None

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/rex2.png] [scrolly:h(240),w(450),sy] Rex huffed a little at Shade's attempt at a joke, not seeming impressed at first- before a grin spread widely against his teeth. This guy was so... what was the word? He didn't even know. But he cracked him up- definitely. And that called forth a laugh from his throat, a brief one, but one nonetheless. He stood up and shook his fur out a little, feeling a little antsy just sitting there. He hadn't planned to sit around all day or whatever, so talking with this fox would have to be done while he paced. "The name's Rex. I remember my nombre. But you're the first fox I've seen since I lost my memory," he admitted, almost sounding sheepish. Without even knowing what Shade was thinking, he figured he might have done something silly to knock himself out and forget- but he didn't think that. He assumed he'd been using his powers and lost control... but since he'd woken up, learning how to use his powers lowly and carefully, he hadn't had any accidents. He looked suspicious and wary when Shade mentioned that some of the Fantome were brutal to powerless foxes. He did not like the sound of that... But the thought of trying to change the Fantome so they were more understanding of other foxes... he could make a difference! And that thrilled the young fox, another smile spreading across his face. "Let me see the troop? Things may change after I've joined." Lifting a brow, his ear twitching. "Don't you want to hear my condition?" he questioned as he peered at the sheriff badge- not that he knew what that was- when it caught his eye. He used one of his other powers- electromagnetism- to lift it up, and bring it to him quickly, before shooting it into a chunk of plywood off to the side. Not that he knew what that was either. It got stuck, sticking up almost like a sign. ________________________ so make way, 339 to start the revolution, shade make way, none we're gunna have fun tonight, a little shorter this time ; 3 ; [/scrolly]

[candybunny]

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] The condition...of course. How could he have forgotten? Usually Shade wasn't scatter-brained, or imaginative really. He was a little intrigued with this red fox, and felt compelled to help him solve the mystery. Ultimately though, he was after a new recruit. “Yes, of course,” Shade answered, watching as Rex removed the shiny, pointy object that had been caught in his tail and sent it sailing into one of the branchless trees nearby—all without physically touching it of course. Shade remained uncertain as to how exactly the red fox moved it. With his mind? Or was it something else? “So what is your condition?” he prompted. “I'll decide whether or not to lead you there, depending on what that is.” He was a bit bewildered that he was the first fox that Rex had sighted since his...accident. Would that mean it hadn't happened long ago? Or would this guy turn on him suddenly, having forgotten Shade's identity and assume that he were an enemy? He would need to be on his guard until he knew for sure. There were too many unknowns at this point to not feel a little bit fearful. Did his first recruit really have to be so challenging? Still, having something to do made him feel useful. It gave him a purpose. There was no saving Halo now, of course, but he was still in this world. He could still make a difference. It even seemed like Rex was intent upon helping him change the attitude of the Fantome for the better. He wondered what Rex meant by things changing if he joined...did he think it would be a simple thing to convince those foxes to behave differently? Like powerless foxes, Shade didn't think they did much good to the world. In fact, they were more of a hindrance. The gray fox stood up slowly, preparing to leave. He doubted that this fox could request anything that would make him reconsider taking him along, but he had to wait to find out. It would just be irresponsible otherwise. His nose wiggled back and forth as he tested the scents in the air. The sun felt warm over his back, and his shadow leaned to the west ever so slightly. He worried a little that there might not be enough time for him to fill his quota tonight, but surely his superiors would let that slide if he brought them back someone new? He decided he didn't really care if they complained or not. This was important too, to himself if not for anyone else. He knew what he was doing. Word Count: 433 Tag(s): Rex Muse: Okay Music: Hans Zimmer - Another Brick in Hadrian's Wall