malleable beings / rosebloods visit

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]tanglewood. he'd only been here once, back when sola had... declared them enemies. it probably wasn't smart to come here, not when there was already bad blood between them, but he hoped the change in leadership between both of the groups would make it easier to negotiate.

prestige padded slowly through the swamp, careful of where he set his paws in the damp, mushy ground, frowning to himself as he went along. who would want to live in such a place? the snow leopard preferred stable ground, dry and flat; but to each their own. he came to pause before a rather dense bramble thicket, blue eyes peering into it for a few brief moments before he cast his gaze elsewhere.

"hello?" the pharaoh called with a light rumble to his voice. "rosebloods have come to negotiate an alliance."

[member=2032]BLUERIDGE[/member]

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Indeed they had come here to negotiate an alliance because the woman felt like they could use more friendly souls than aggressive ones. Her gaze flicked over the territory, not really taking in the environment that much. She'd do that when they left but she got the gist of it from walking through the muck. Orange red eyes narrowed as she breathed in slowly, gaze watching her leader for a moment before she allowed herself to look at the brambles before them. There was only three ways that this could go. Friends, neutrals, or bitter enemies. She hoped for the first but she couldn't tell how it would turn out. Her paws shuffled for a moment before she settled down beside the snow leopard, eyes fixated on what was in front of her. Hopefully things would turn out positive and if not then she wasn't all too worried about what would happen next. After all it wasn't their fault when the bad blood had come into play and she lightly curled her thick tail against her form, preparing for the show of negotiating.

[DELILAH.]

DELILAH EVERGARDEN

Ears of pink focused on the two sounds that could be heard at the border, twisting and twitching in unison with each other while telekinesis lifted stalks of herbs out of the ground. Ever since she had been promoted to medic, the three-legged femme had been doing everything she could to try and relieve Malphas of some of his stress so he could spend more time with Stocking. When he stated being a medic was tiring, he wasn't joking.

Eyes of magenta lifted from her pile of herbs in her basket, hearing the call of the Roseblood members not far off once more. What if they were lying? What if.. What if..

No, she had to keep her mind calm. She had to be calm.

Walking out of the bushes, swamp mud clung to the felidae's paws as she padded over, a limp in her step. Her basket was hovering above her, and calculating eyes landed on the two creatures standing at the border. They wanted to talk about an alliance? Well, they'd have to wait for Morgan to get here.

"Hello there, my name's Delilah, a medic here.. Uh," Delilah paused nervously, glancing around to make sure someone was coming. Not yet. "Morgan should be here soon. I'll keep you company until then." Meowed the pastel pink feline, the cherry blossoms that usually radiated from her pelt increasing in numbers from how nervous she actually was.

[member=155]Morgan[/member]

TANGLEWOOD — MEDIC — FEMME — TAGS

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[Morgan]

Morgan didn't remember ever interacting with the Rosebloods before, so one question burned in his mind as he approached the visitors. "The Rosebloods... What kind of law does your group stand for?" He had heard whispers that another of the newer groups - the Pitt - was one that would own slaves. The samoyed would not be surprised if the other new groups did the same thing, but he had to at least give them the benefit of the doubt. If the Typhoon trusted them enough to become allies with them, they couldn't be all bad. Pincher clearly opposed slavery just as much as Morgan did. "And what're your terms?"

Memorizing the strangers' auras, the canine walked over to Delilah's side. "Thanks for waiting here for me, Delilah. I'm sure things'll be alright." He looked back at the two Rosebloods, then asked, "What're your names, anyway? I'm Morgan, the leader here."

[member=1699]PRESTIGE N. M.[/member]

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the snow leopard sat quietly until delilah approached, offering the medic a nod in greeting before his attention turned to morgan. he was glad the general came quickly; though he didn't have an incredible amount to attend to back at the mansion, he was rather eager to get out of the swamp. prestige considered the male's questions briefly.

"freedom," prestige began. "we don't stand for much, not really, but we share several ideals with the typhoon. we enjoy raiding, whether it be for fun or war, my members enjoy the thrill of battle." he told the general smoothly, tail twitching over the mud. "we simply ask that you come to our aid should we ever need it, especially with the pitt problems we've been experiencing as of late. we need all the help we can get. in return we can offer aid as well, along with an abundance of herbs and other supplies; we're planning a festival soon to celebrate the last blood moon as we were not completely together when it passed."

the snow leopard glanced to vigenere as he approached and offered a simple nod to the male. "my name is prestige, i'm the current pharaoh of the rosebloods. this is blueridge." he drew his tongue over his jaws and returned his attention to morgan. "our only ally at the moment is the typhoon." prestige murmured.

[cavalrychoir]

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An... Alliance? Between groups? Such a thing was possible? Of course it was, now that he thought about it. But it didn't make it any less surprising to the male. However, by what bounds are they obligated to follow through with it? This... Alliance. Mutual trust? No, gaining someone's trust took time and energy. To just show up at someone's borders and ask to be trusted sounded odd to the demon. But what would he know? His previous home was best described as a disaster and he hasn't been in Tanglewood long enough to make a proper judgement. For the time being he remained silent, dark luminaries trained on the two newcomers as he stopped beside Delilah.

[Morgan]

"Freedom," Morgan echoed, considering the term. What did that mean, really? At the very least it seemed different from the Pitt's willingness to take away one's freedoms for the sake of another's. Yet, the samoyed thought, it was hardly much of a law to represent. Still, an ideal was better than nothing, and it already seemed like a step up from how passive some of the other groups could be. "In Tanglewood we stand for progress and the greater good of the group."

The admission of not having a lot to stand for was refreshing, and the statement afterward made perfect sense to the canine. He would not let himself admit it, but he felt something truly unique on the battlefield whenever he found himself in the middle of one. Even if Tanglewood hadn't ever raided another group, he couldn't fault the Rosebloods for taking the chance to do so themselves. "I see. Maybe we can have a mock raid or spar sometime then," he suggested with a shrug. His group had sustained many injuries recently, but any chance to toughen them all up would be appreciated.

Prestige's request was as simple as it was agreeable. Morgan nodded, a hint of a smile finding its way onto his face. For the time being, Tanglewood had no allies or proper enemies; ever since Beck left, allegiances were completely changed. "Sounds reasonable, I think. We in Tanglewood are even now working on expanding our own resources. You'll find that we'll have plenty to trade soon enough. For now, we mostly just have dangerous herbs and poisoned swamp water, both of which could be useful in war. Soon we'll have more... interesting things to trade, like metal, fish, fruit, and clothing. We still have to work on those some more, though. Everything takes time."

Stepping forward until he was muzzle-to-muzzle with the other leader, he announced, "It's nice to meet you, Pharaoh Prestige. And you too, Blueridge. Consider yourselves allies to Tanglewood."

[member=1699]PRESTIGE N. M.[/member]

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The woman had not said a word, there had been no need for her to interject as Prestige was the one who was leading this operation. Her gaze had taken not of the other creatures that had moved forward, they all seemed interested in the prospect but the soldier stayed silent. Carefully she listened to the conversations, gaze flicking over the group and it was moving more and more in to a more favorable thing. It turned toward alliance and now she was finding herself pleased when Morgan decided that they would be allies. Trading seemed like it would be well on both sides and she had to agree that this alliance would be beneficial for the both of them. Curling her thick and fluffy tail the feline would stand up and she bowed her head slightly, in respect of the leader before her as she finally decided to speak up. "If Prestige will allow it I wouldn't mind being the ambassador who will come and see you guys once a week."