TAKE IT TO THE EDGE — O, JOINING

[Chartedstars.]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"]It had felt like years since he last traversed the lands. His slumber had kept him away from society, away from things that weren't his former home. No longer did he have his clanmates, or Cosmicknight, but he did have his own skin and bones. That was all he was left with. He was the shell of a man clinging to life as he knew it. Many things had changed, and with those alterations, a new view on life itself. The lion was skinny, mane matted and coat scarred from countless battles. How many had he fought to get there? More seemed to be his own inner turmoils than anything else. He felt as though there was no balance anymore, simply discord and chaos. Perhaps this was how his pupil felt. Chartedstars was torn between what he knew was good, and what felt good. No longer was he the righteous man others knew him to be. He was simply.. there. His walls had been put up, and he kept himself from others. It was better that way if he was to return to the person he had once been.

Trailing along the Rosebloods' border, looking quite pitiful, Chartedstars gazed past the scent line, peering into the depths within. He eventually halted, but remained standing and alert for any of the group's members to find him. There was a plain look on his features, blocking any sort of emotion from escaping. He felt nothing. It was odd, considering he had felt so much when Cosmicknight was around, and yet he couldn't describe a single emotion within him in that moment. He didn't know if he loathed it or accepted it willingly. With a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, the lion settled his gaze on the space before him, merely watching and waiting for any Roseblood member to arrive and greet him. Charted gave a flick of his tail before eventually sitting down. If he had to wait he wouldn't remain standing, as he had originally planned.

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Carefully the blue toned huntress made her way through the thick canopy of the forest as a strange scent entered her nostrils. Well, it wasn't everyday that they got visitors and often enough it was the Typhoon checking up on them. But at the current moment she felt like it was more than that, something different stirring in the air. As she allowed small paws to lightly scrap thick claws against the bark of the tree she was in her her burning orange red eyes located the culprit. A lion whom looked to have seen better days and she could relate. At one point in her many lives she had looked this way, down and out but not gone. Never gone. Her body bunched up muscles taunt before she leaped down from her branch and landed before the lion, gaze curious and yet guarded all the same. The soldier shifted and rolled her shoulders before she allowed a small dip of her head as she spoke up in her usually deep feminine toned voice. "Why have you come to the Rosebloods?" She asked with a neutral tone as she slowly sat down, gaze lifted up to see the lion's face. Though the scars upon his body interested her more than anything else. What tales did he have to say about where he had come from and what he had been through. But she kept her question to herself, until she understood his reasons for being here. "I am Blueridge."

[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;"]years and years spent alone, away from the rest of the world, only yourself to rely on... prestige could sympathize. it had been such a long time that he spent on his own, when he heard the rosebloods was regrouping after so long, he thought perhaps he was dreaming. he'd only dreamed it before, after all; he was never quite sure of how real everything was, not after the original disbandment. there had been a few times that he had caught word of an old group of old families, regathering their ranks, but each time he sought them out they seemed to become less and less of the truth.

prestige was happy to be back, and though he could not remember the entirety of his time spent on his own, he knew well that it was not a pleasant stage in his life. he was glad to have moved past it, into a new time of his life, and though leading was a large stress for him, he wasn't sure if he would have wished it any other way.

the snow leopard patrolled the territory on his own at times, enjoying the quiet of the forest, alone with his thoughts for once during a rather busy day. not far off from him he heard a voice; blueridge, appearing to be questioning someone, by the sound of it. pres picked up his pace ever so slightly and lifted his head as the duo came into view. his heart stuttered briefly in his chest, fear prickling beneath his fur, upon the sight of the lion at their border. though he knew it wasn't the lioness—this one had a mane and was far more scrawny—he couldn't help the gnawing fear in the back of his mind that he was here to finish the job.

prestige let out a slow breath, plastering a smile upon his face as he neared blueridge and the stranger. "hello," he rasped out. he fell silent after that, simply coming to stand beside the small domestic feline, watching the newcomer with vague interest. blue had already asked the essential question; all they had to do was wait and decide if this lion was trustworthy or not.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Another lion, hm.  Sephiroth’s intrigue wouldn’t show on his face as he approached the scene with his other groupmates, muscles shifting underneath his pale fur as he stood with the other Rosebloods.  This newcomer did look rather ragged however, a contrast to the clean pelt and well-built physique of Sephiroth himself.  Oh well.  Some time in the Rosebloods could shape him up quickly if handled well.

He didn’t say anything to the stranger however.  He didn’t see the need too, question had been asked and he could introduce himself once the stranger’s motives were clear to him.  For now Sephiroth simply served as a living example of another Roseblood, sitting with the other members of his group quietly.

#psychosocial.

[rushy]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Ah, a lion like Sephiroth. It seemed like Lydia's thoughts were becoming consumed with all sorts of questions about where these wildcats were coming from. She wondered momentarily if they were related or all already knew each other, but she was sure that wasn't really the case... Right? She hadn't known anyone when she'd joined The Rosebloods- that was the whole point of joining after all. Lydia shook her head to herself, snorting at her own wild thoughts. Silence came over the red tabby as she appeared, again, beside of Sephiroth and waited for the stranger to speak.

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

She didn't care about animals who lived outside of The Roseblood, she really had no reason to give any slight care because her only concern was her group where she had beyond proven her loyalty to lay. Interacting extensively with other animals when she did not especially need to? Was also something she avoided, but that was due to knowing she had a very large weak spot there instead of actually disliking those around her, though she still disliked anyone outside of the group to some extent. Jiyu lived for them, even if she seemed like she was dead all the time, uninterested and aloof, they were the addicting reward for everything she did. As one of the guards, Jiyu quickly padded to take her position beside Prestige, in order to make sure she could protect him from any danger. Silence surrounded her, the smell of death heavy on her and nothing besides emptiness in her eyes, sabered teeth highlighting a completely stoic expression. Nothing remained for her to say, she just had to remain next to the pharaoh to make sure no one could ever hurt him again.

[Chartedstars.]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt;"]Pale blue eyes trailed over to where Blueridge had emerged, soon observing the smaller female in quiet judgement. He waited for her to speak before he himself decided to do so, and what she asked was not unlike what he had been expecting. His response was cut short, however, due to the influx of other foreigners approaching the scene. Chartedstars passed his gaze along each of them, silently criticizing them as they halted nearby. The welcoming committee had arrived, it seemed. The near white lion couldn't say he was particularly shocked, nor was he pleased with the outcome, but he knew he shouldn't have expected anything less. With another flick of his tail, Charted returned his attention to Blueridge, seeing as she had come first and was of the only few to actually speak.

"I have come to join," Chartedstars informed in a monotonous tone of voice, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as he spoke this. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Blueridge. I am Chartedstars," the lion introduced with a bob of his head, the same tone from his previous statement still etched into the introduction. He wasn't necessarily thrilled to be meeting new people, and it showed on his features and in his posture, but he still managed to hold an air of courtesy. He understood how hierarchies worked, seeing as he had been high up at one point in his pathetic life. Charted soon turned to the others, and stood so that he was at eye level with most of them. It was silent for a moment, but he soon parted his lips so that he could speak to them as well. Blueridge, after all, was not the only one present. "And you all are?" He inquired in a neutral voice, curiosity underlying it as the question soon left his maw.

[Luciferr]

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RIZER is a MANTICORE that stands at a height of 5FT, like all his kind he has A BARBED SEGMENTED TAIL and like some he also features WINGS due to his heritage, as much of his form is also scaled past his mane. He currently resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were EURYDICE TARGARYEN and DOMERIC of an old site litter. he is the incarnation of the PALE HERALD of DEATH of the 4 heralds of the end, where Talyn is the red.

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They both had come on curiosity if nothing else, wondering who after them was joining - whether perhaps another of four might arrive though they knew.

Rizer's ears flickered, segmented tail lazily swaying behind him - the fiery bright red-black flame of Talyn's soul steady behind him as he saw ahead a familiar mercurial silver, rose-red and the smaller cream of those who had first happened upon them alongside an unfamiliar blue of a stillwater lake and white of quiet steady resolve - all surrounding a stranger that to his second sight was a blue with deeper currents, a still river with hidden tumultuous currents perhaps.

the manticore and his fellow might be only just arrived but still he answered "Rizer Targaryen" in the cool deathly accent, pitch a steady monotone.

[align=center]FIRE AND BLOOD

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RIZER TARGARYEN

But what is this that I can't see, With ice cold hands taking hold of me?

© ceilidh

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TALYN is an INDORAPTOR that stands at a height of 9FT, His species allows bipedal and quadrupedal movement, he wields bone crushing teeth and frightful strength. He currently resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were REQUIEM and BRIDGEWATER of an old site litter, gifting him the last names of Valdis, Kuchiki and HARBINGER. he is the incarnation of the RED HERALD of WAR of four heralds of the end, where Rizer is the Pale.

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Close behind the pale form was the largest of the group yet - ember-lit eyes glancing from the familiar figures at their own joining to the others and back to whom they surrounded - the indoraptor cocking his head briefly, a courteous one this one.

he, like Rizer, had no memories to fall back on when it acme to who or what they might've once been - but he often wondered what stories these strangers both new and old might tell, it must be nice to at least have your own story outside of what you were made to be.

or maybe they were blessed to not know what griefs they had forgotten.

Talyn huffed idly at the thought before he also spoke up to the stranger - chartedstars - introducing himself "Talyn" he didn't feel the same need to press upon last names as Rizer did, the pale aspect often seemingly having some form of muscle memory towads an importance in it that he could not remember of his.

[align=center]HYMN OF RUIN

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TALYN HARBINGER

Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums

© ceilidh