he meant people all from the start - soup!

[MirrorEdge]

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"I-if you all had j-just left us alone, he wouldn't need to." Gwen muttered darkly, loud enough for the large bear to hear. She was already sick of the fact they felt so entitiled, and that they felt that Snowbound should be grateful they were feeding them. God forbid they didn't grovel at the Pitt's feet. They may be pacifists, but not ass-kissers. There was a fine line between those. And Snowbound refused to even toe it.

[TSUYU.]

TSUYU ASUI

✯ — MY HEAD HURTS, BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOU!

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"Not exactly what I planned to hear, but it works." Meowed Tsu, bobbed tail lashing side to side as she watched with widened eyes at the knife that flew across the room. With a loud, annoyed sigh, Tsuyu nudged Gwen in her shoulder with her muzzle. "Don't fight them. We'll take our tribe back. For now, find food sources other than the ones that the Pitt are using. If need be, I'll go swim fishing, ribbit." She croaked out, her tongue creeping out of her mouth as it aimed to snatch the knife out of the air by its handle, frog-like reflexes coming into play. If this failed, she'd have a pretty nasty cut in her tongue, saliva dripping to the ground with blood. "But for now, my mission is to keep my tribemates safe from you imbiciles, ribbit."

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✯ — HERMAPHRODITE. SNOWBOUND. SHE/HER. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Lokisaurus]

Butch let out a low growl, rising to his feet.  They could be ungrateful.  They could attack him.  He was the one apparently taunting them, he had been the one to begin this.

Seeing one of these ice people attack his leader, his child, was unacceptable.  The pit bull got up, disregarding the words Yes Man had said beforehand.  He even disregarded Ursa's anger.  He had marched right up to Floris, standing so they were eye to eye.

"You were perfectly able to insult me and my cooking without bringing another creature into this.  I do not care who the fuck he is in your situation, I care very little if he were the prince of hell, you do not intend to harm my son in front of me."

Butch snorted, his anger causing his asthma to flare up.  He would have to chill out after this.

"If you would like to march out that door right now and spar, let's go, but never, ever, let your cowardice allow you to attack some one other than an offending individual."

He turned his head to Yes Man, his hazel eyes soft.

"You alright, you jackass?"

[Dimitri]

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  "Ts... Tsuyu? Yeah. Cut it out." Dagon knew this time would pass. Either they'd get bored and leave, or something would call them to tend to their own clan, or Snowbound would find a way to destroy them. He knew about picking your battles and this one was not worth it. Getting into a fight right now over bad feeling and fucking soup wasn't worth it. "Dragon. You too." He said, looking at Floris. Maybe they would fucking remember they were higher rank than them. He wandered over to the soup pot and sniffed it tentatively, lip curling in disgust. They didn't eat soup. They were used to eating food scraps and garbage, but since leaving the city they had attempted a diet of pure meat and prey. "And Gwen. He said, looking at Dimitri's tribemates with drunken, tired eyes.

There was a small bottle of whiskey hanging from a shapeshifted tail, he stumbled in his steps and moved back to a spot near the door, lowering the bottle, shapeshiting a hand to open it, and taking a gracious swig. He was their cohost for now, so the clan would have to deal with his drunk, tired ass.

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[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Wait... Someone offered them genuine snacks and they denied it due to suspicion? Gosh, they really saw everything black and white. (Touche, Stryker.) Even so, the takeover king was not surprised by this revelation, especially after Butch promised that no one would be harmed by The Pitt. How depressing. "Pussy," he snorted mockingly in his direction upon arriving.

That said, his dark gaze turned to the Snowbounders. "Lord, I thought kindness was our motto over here in Powder-Puff Land," the lion mocked. Claws unsheathed slowly from their sockets, warning them to back off before things got more brutal than Butch would prefer. Meanwhile, Stryker didn't mind one more corpse. "Seems like they want to fight for once..." Impatiently tapping his claws, he waited a moment for them to stop their harassment of one another so he could chime in with his own egotistical point of view.

As Dimitri finished, he begun. It seemed like they were both in favor of this situation ending before it went Stryker's preferred way. "Now, my precious, if we don't stop, you're all going to induce what I'd like to call 'extinguishing the fire...'"

// [member=1262]TSUYU.[/member] [member=1928]SICARION[/member] up for a lil punishment ?

[TSUYU.]

TSUYU ASUI

✯ — MY HEAD HURTS, BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOU!

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//You know I am!

Tsuyu tensed up at Dimitri's voice, a snarl ripping through her throat. She never acted like this, she never did. With a glance back at Gwen, Tsuyu tensed up. They needed to get out. Something felt wrong. "Stryker," Came the harsh, unwelcoming greeting of Tsu as she snapped her jaws closed. Challenge was evident in her eyes, she wasn't going to back down. Although the lion was almost five times her size, Tsuyu didn't care. She'd suffocate him, choke him. Wait- was she thinking? A hero didn't kill. She was a hero. A hero didn't.. Kill. "Shut the hell up about fires, you pest. Ribbit." Tsuyu snapped again, charcoal eyes narrowing.

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✯ — HERMAPHRODITE. SNOWBOUND. SHE/HER. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[SICARION]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]Regardless of whether Tsuyu managed to catch the knife, Floris was already out of its trajectory, stepping smoothly to the side, and he didn't deign to pay Butch any attention, overlooking the smaller squishy; his gaze was solely for Stryker, mandibles pulled taut against his face while red steadily crept in the corners of his vision. Floris didn't heed Dmitri's comments either, a single-minded focus entering every muscle beneath leathery skin. He'd done well in his own people's military for the son of a disgraced general, but he'd never received command because he had a temper, the kind that chose the most inconvenient of times to tear free, the kind that didn't give a damn about collateral. The dragon was already stepping forward, good eye trained unwaveringly on his target. "It'll be extinguished when your throat's on my claws." Floris lunged, swiping out at the lion's face in an attempt to either blind or bloody his vision enough for a distraction.

/lmao go ahead