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JUMANJI / MOVING TERRITORIES - KLIMENT - 06-07-2019

[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT !。+゚.[/glow]
They couldn't stay here any longer, the squabble between him and the brute known as Akane had startled away most of the prey animals that usually lingered throughout the day even the ones from the night hardly ever let themselves be seen by any of the Rosebloods. His gut was already growling at him for some form of nourishment although, the only other creatures aside from himself were his flatmates and even then the brute had somewhat 'warmed' up to them or so the idea of animals he shouldn't eat aside from a few of the cocky bastards that he certainly wouldn't mind eating. Walking through the rumble that was once an ancient civilization he found the tallest pile amongst them before settling himself on top of it with a low growl. He was happy to leave this dump yet he was very unhappy that the worm who had erupted from the ground had beat him and even had the nerve to pin him down, he felt a heat of embarrassment form on his cheeks. He never felt this way before and he already hated it. He would clear his throat finding his voice and speaking loudly for all to hear "ROSEBLOODS, COME FORTH." A few NPCs came over taking their seats to listen and once he had mustered up a good enough crowd would the tyrant let out a soft clicking noise as he tapped his large raptor claw against some of the rumbles smooth stone "WE AREN'T STAYING HERE ANYMORE. THIS HOME IS NOW THE REMNANTS OF WHAT ONCE WAS, THE PREY HAVE BEEN STARTLED AWAY THUS MAKING THEM SCARCE, AND THE HEAT IS STILL UNBEARABLE AND BEATING DOWN ON OUR BACKS." There was a pause as he let that sink for a moment before continuing with a soft huff "WE ARE MOVING. WE AREN'T STAYING HERE ANY LONGER, I'VE HAD A FEW SCOUTS GO AHEAD AND FIND SOMEWHERE A LITTLE BETTER THAN HERE. SO, WE'RE GOING THERE TO MEET UP WITH THEM. PACK YOUR SHIT 'CAUSE WE AREN'T WAITING LONG." Was what he finished with, Kliment didn't have anything else to say after that unless any of them had any questions, he would begrudgingly answer.

He kept his longs ears upwards listening to the murmurs within the small crowd before a soft growl escaped from his throat, he rose to his paws slowly with a shake of his entire form. His barbed tongue swiped across his lips, pseudo gaze watching all these different auras moving almost as if searching for someone specifically though he wasn't sure who exactly though it did frustrate him. His tail lashed to the sides as he took a few steps away from the crowd "LET'S GO." He wasn't going to wait all day especially not in this insufferable heat. [glow=COLOR,1,400][/glow]



Re: JUMANJI / MOVING TERRITORIES - Luciferr - 06-07-2019

[size=8pt]HmHmHm, so they were leaving the ruins? how fortunate.

they were of the opinion this place should be forgotten and buried in the yawning abyss of his once temple that he had opened up once again to swallow whole the civilisation that had dared forget whom had brought them their good fortune in times of harvest.

humans were fickle.

akane-orcus' mandibles flutter in remembered irritation - they had liked the humans that were fervent in their tributes and loyalty, a shame to lose such good workers when the invaders sealed his temple and killed them (may they live on in spirit knowing their bodies did not go to waste)

still Akane only shadowed what would be the procession to leave.



Re: JUMANJI / MOVING TERRITORIES - deimos - 06-09-2019

bad girlfriend
Myhri had heard the call. Being in a group with an actual leader still kinda weirded him out a little, but, he could dig it in time. He had approached, listening with a tilted head. He slowly nodded to himself. It seemed like a fair proposition, to be completely honest. No food, no survival. More heat, less water, less survival again. He could grow food, but not for everyone and not any with water. Myhri huffed, making sure he had his sunglasses- which he was always wearing- and his bag- which he had.

When they were ready, Myhri was in step and following along, humming to himself.

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