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With the finalization of Tanglewood's meeting, another was on it's way. The Coalition of the Condemned had their own agenda to address, especially as their plans were coming to a quick end. Nonetheless, they had to prep accordingly and address all the points for their upcoming war, especially with the assistance of their newfound allies. The Kingpin was sure things would run smoothly, but he wanted to make sure everyone's new roles were clear and that they would use this downtime to prep.

This in mind, Stryker gathered on the beach's edge. His tail neatly wrapped around his paws and a confident smile donned his maw. Green eyes raised to the sky, admiring the clear skies and thriving palm trees on the horizon. Despite his attention elsewhere, the Kingpin called out for his group. "Wanderers, please gather for a special meeting," he mustered up. Promotions, plans, and more were about to come for all to hear.

The winged serval took a seat with a sigh. She hated being outside of her lioness body, but fighting a Aurum twice and getting sliced by a giant fucking dinosaur beat the hell out of her. It was either leave the lioness body entirely or go through the grueling healing process. Neither option appealed to her, but she chose the lesser of two evils.

One black wing popped open, and she grumbled incoherently to herself. Who knew having two extra appendages would take so long to get used to? It made her admire Argus in a whole new way.

I'LL HAVE YOUR HEART ON A PLATTER

Slowly did the guru approach, half lidded eyes looking towards the kingpin as he approached. His nightmares hadn't been going away, it almost felt like they were getting worse. While he could still do his job, most other things were fairly out of the question. He's been kept busy healing tanglers after the fight with tanglewood, one that had returned wanderers with more wounds than expected. He sat himself next to ninazu, eyeing her new wings with interest. "D' those actually work for flight?"

YOU WERE NO FOOL, YOU WERE NO CHUMP
NOW ALL YOU'LL BE IS A SPEED BUMP

— Reggan

SEVCON VERBAN

The tired leopard trudged his way to the clustering crowd. Looking to his kingpin, he spoke lowly, "I'll relay info from here to Stheno and the wanderers in Tanglewood, if that's alright with you." He yawned behind the white mask, sitting down in a solitary spot. Thagomizer faced away from his body, a sort of warning to anyone who wanted to get too close.

"Speech"

Following his sister's lead, the lion settled down near the back of the crowd with his hues settled on his father. He threw his head back, pushing his mane back behind his ears, and laid down to listen. Romulus didn't think there would be much to announce. After taking over Tanglewood, their battle plans were practically laid out for them. Take The Typhoon and then redo their territory to fit their needs. It seemed simple. Nevertheless, he knew his father liked to talk. There was always a time for him to pull his son aside and go on about life's lessons or about his great adventures as a leader. This meeting would be no different.

His gaze shifted to Sojourn, ears perking at her comment. He hoped so too, but he wasn't going to voice his opinion out loud.

The dragon stepped closer towards the meeting place, this wound;t e the first meeting that Argus had attended, far from it. Yet there was no doubt about the news - the whispers spreading around camp. Everyone was getting ready for their true purpose, while tangle wood had been such a wonderful distraction, Argus' set sights on a bigger goal, and the dragon felt a thrum at the reminder of the last meeting. Such a lovely gift of the old leader of the swamp lands had been, to welcome raid even more so a delight. Was this the announcement? Was it time for the dragon to finally allow the torrent of their fury on the isles?

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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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