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ONISION M.F.
FIREBALL && ASCENDANTS
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.

Onision already didn't like this bastard. He was too cheerful, too peppy. When he motioned with his fist, Oni didn't take this lightly. "Touch me and I'll smother you to death in your sleep." The short-tempered chocolate feline snapped, giving the griffin a nasty glare of warning.

Imperia's presence was always calming, and he was about to shut up until Moonmade came onto the scene. "Haaah? You wanna fight, old man?" He turned, baring his tiny fangs towards the older male. Even though he knew he was still young, he knew that calling him old pissed him off. Which made it okay, to him. "Act right? You call going against our leader 'Acting Right'? How funny. Sod off with your bullshit." Oni grumbled, rolling cold silver-blue eyes.

Turning back to Feliks, Onision stared for a moment before he followed Imperia's example, dipping his head, however hatefully. "Welcome to the Ascendants, we're glad to have you." He nearly growled, before lifting his head and beginning his trek back to camp.

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