who knows the tale - open HUNT ANNOUNCEMENT

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

Today was the day, the new beginning for them. It had been a while and their traditions wouldn't be stopped because of the passage of time. Things were going well, people were active and they were moving. They were reaping the benefits of their territory but the Ironfolk were always hungry. They always wanted more and more and so they shall have it. He watched them as they worked, their agitation to go and stir up trouble and he knew what perfect opportunity it was that he could happily begin. The surreal hybrid would allow his always grinning face to shift to the side a bit, bones pressing together as he waved his thick skeletal tail back and forth in greeting to those that he passed. He was excited and that much was very telling by the way he was moving currently. "Brothers and sisters! Gather before me for an announcement!" He would always go to the Hall of Kings for anything that was major. Meetings, announcements, discussions, unless they were a private matter and he turned and sat down. The carving of the late Dragon was almost done and he tried to keep his eyes away from it. No saddening emotions today.

As they gathered he wished he could smile bigger, wider, jaws slightly parting as he pulled his large ears forward. "Today is the day! I'm more excited than I should be but it has been a long time and we don't often take our time as we have been. The Hunt is finally beginning again and I've chosen a group I think would be perfect in getting some valuable things from. I've chosen the Typhoon." They had their target and now they could go and do what they wanted with them. Steal, capture, hurt, it did not matter to the current King. His voice was a slithering coo that left his jaws as he allowed the last words to slip from his bone jaws.

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ domestic feline

The little tiny thing licked the back of a paw, eyeing Brymstone as the surreal hybrid excitedly began the announcements. Vale tilted vis head, thrice-forked tail flicking behind ver, and followed the skullfaced tiger to the Hall of Kings. The carving of the late king meant nothing to Vale, though the feline glanced at the WIP statue with some interest—Vale always liked things that changed from one day to the next.

Vale stood, thrice-forked tail lashing quicker now, and flexed vis toe beans. Ah, the itch to rip off vis face, starting with the nose, needled into vis mind. But, no matter, Brymstone’s announcement served as a distraction from Vale’s unpleasant habit.

“Typhoon, eh? A good target. Should be weak for a long time to come, with the Condemned’s war machine.” Vale placed a paw over vis muzzle and discretely itched vis nose. Ve wanted to rip it off. But… eh, regrowing flesh and shapeshifting again into another stable form would be a chore, wouldn’t it. “You got it, Big Stones.”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]