SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP;; open - returning Oleander

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 415px;text-align: justify;font-family: times new roman;font-size: 10pt;line-height: 116%;text-indent: 35px;"]Had Lutum known that there were a few members of his own group here in the Coalition, he likely wouldn't have made this journey basically alone. He wasn't around too often for things, so wasn't aware that both Danny and Vayne were here, and he didn't know how bad they could be, so when the morning had come he had simply woken up his daughter, placing her carefully on his shell and made his way to the Coalition.

The dragon had gotten lost a couple of times, sure, but he had eventually made it here after stopping one or twice ( or four times ) to ask for directions and to grab snacks. The ten foot tall dragon snail waited by the border, eyes looking around as he waited for someone to show up. He hoped the pretty woman would show up.

[member=18226]OLEANDER CIPHER-ELD.[/member]

[OLEANDER CIPHER-ELD.]

[glow=white,1,400]YOU STOOD BESIDE ME WHEN I WAS OUT OF MY MIND ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The Typhoon was pretty and Oleander enjoyed her time there, but she missed home. She missed her siblings most of all, Dario and Lethe. Ooooh, she hoped they were going to be here to see Lutum! They deserved to see Papa, too. "Home!" Oleander trilled as the two of them neared the Coalition's border, flapping her wings excitedly.[glow=white,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[Casphian]

Quiet paws carried a feline across the territory, head lowered to the ground as a nose drew in the scents of the border. They had been promoted to Thane not that long ago and with such a promotion they wanted to continue to strive with helping out the group in any way possible and if that meant checking the borders then so be it. Unfamiliar scents drifted across their path drawing Saturn closer to them. Eventually they would be in sight, stopping close to the pair but not too close. “Hello there you’re on Coalition of the Condemned’s land what business do you have?” They would ask, lifting their head up and blankly peering in the direction of the two.

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]ONCE A WHORE, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"Lutum? What the hell are you doing here?" Of course Aphra was curious why she smelt The Typhoon here of all places, then recalled that some of the Captain's crew was captured here - namely, Vayne and Danny. But if it was only just this freak of nature and he was just sitting there calmly at the border, then he wasn't here for his crewmates. Dumbass probably doesn't even realize they're gone.

"One of those is my daughter, Saturn." Aphra spoke towards them with an irritated hiss. "I knew you were blind, but are you telling me you can't tell that via her scent?" Okay granted, Oleander smelled more like vanilla rather than roses or the ocean, but still. They should have been able to recognize her, Aphra felt. Looking back at Lutum, Aphra glared up at him. "And what were you even doing with her? Did you lure her away?" If he did, then why the hell did he bring her back?

Aphra wasn't asking these things and accusing Lutum out of love and concern for her daughter, as unfortunate as that was. It was all the act she had to put on that made her seem at least like a semi- decent mother.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 415px;text-align: justify;font-family: times new roman;font-size: 10pt;line-height: 116%;text-indent: 35px;"]Head turned as Saturn arrived, listening to the words the other spoke, mouth opening to start a response before Aphra showed up, and Lute let a smile come to his face. The smile faded, however, when Aphra started being rude to the other Coalitioner at the border, and when she accused him of luring Oleander away. "No, no." He would speak, head cocking to the side before he continued on, "She came to the Typhoon so I gave her food and sleep and then came back here." He had gotten lost, yes, but he had gotten here eventually. "I wouldn't lure children away, it's rude." Much like how Aphra was being now.

Head turned once more and Lutum looked down as another dragon came over, and he offered a smile to the child. "Hello," He would speak, "I am Lutum, but many call me Lute. I came to return Oleander... are you her sister?" Of course, he could tell the answer, considering the slime and her being the only other dragon there.

[Casphian]

For once Saturn didn’t have any snarky remark to respond with. For once the comment actually hit close to home with the snow leopard. Ears flattened, tail curling inwards and wrapping around their body. There was only so much the snow leopard could do without their sight and sometimes their nose failed them when it came to picking up certain scents. Blank, unseeing orbs would dart away from the foreign pair in front of them, the pair now also identified as father and daughter and clearly another offspring of Aphra. The feline stepped away from the group, choosing to now sit away from the scene and choosing to listen and be there if trouble arose.

[angelembrace]

Well. Oleander was alive and well it seemed, all thanks to...the Typhoon. Angel would be the first to admit he was getting real sick and tired of always hearing of them, catching the scent of them, now owing them, more or less. At the very least, Lutum, but it became very clear very quickly that he wouldn't exactly have any malice towards the guy or a bone to pick with the dragon of any kind, given that, well...he would just say he suddenly understood Lethe to a whole new extent.

Of course, even if he did have something to say to Lutum, it was soon discarded into the void after Aphra's commentary towards Saturn and their obvious lack of sight, which even for her was a low blow. As per usual, Aphra's screeching was what drove him over to the scene, frowning from the familiar scent of the sea, though intrigued by the origins of the dragon clutch's slimy genetics. Ew. "You're alright. She's overcompensating." The jaguar cub said quietly, moving next to the snow leopard to hopefully offer some comfort, but he wasn't sure how much would help. After all, there was no way in hell that didn't sting for them.

But on to other matters, and hopefully a distraction to avoid his ass being on the line should Aphra notice his attempt at emotional comfort. "You are one lucky little dragon, Oleander. How did you not get injured, huh? It's dangerous out there! And you're, well...still small."

your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan

[OLEANDER CIPHER-ELD.]

[glow=white,1,400]YOU STOOD BESIDE ME WHEN I WAS OUT OF MY MIND ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Oleander slid down off of her father's back at the sight of her hatchmate, running forward to try to gently bump heads with LETHE. "No, am not hurt! 'M okay!" She chirped, ignoring Aphra's harsh tone towards Lutum. It was... strange, why was she treating her partner (or... fling, rather) in such an angry manner? Ah well, that was something for the adults to handle, Oleander didn't want to confuse herself more.

Oleander would let Lethe answer Lutum's question on her own, not wanting to step on her sister's toes in meeting their father - so Oleander focused on Angelembrace and smiled up at him. "Some NPCs helped me! They gave me food and helped me find Typhoon." Well. Kind of. The NPCs in the neutral lands had given her some food when they noticed she was hungry, but finding The Typhoon was something she more or less stumbled upon.[glow=white,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[ARVID R.]

A Typhooner. That was what Arvid saw, first and foremost, when he looked at Lutum. Sure, he could put together the pieces and see that Lute was the father of Aphra's hatchlings – although that wasn't a particularly hard puzzle, considering how slimy he was. And the thane was grateful that Oleander had been returned safely, and yet... Lutum was still an enemy. A member of a group that was supposed to be despised by them all, and yet here he was, all goofy smiles and chit-chat. The canine considered leaving well enough alone, and ultimately that was what he decided to do. As he approached, he sat down nearby and hesitated, multicolored gaze narrowed before he spoke up, "...Thank you for returning Oleander. We were all very worried about her." Well... most of them, anyways. He was fairly sure Aphra wouldn't be worried about Oleander unless she suddenly became the most incredible piece of jewelry in the damn universe.

Even though Arvid had decided not to stir shit, he couldn't resist that primal urge in the back of his head to be a little bit snarky. Just enough to remind Lutum that he was on enemy territory. So, without a second thought, the dire wolf pushed a few of his usual herbs forward, the male having taken to carrying a small pouch around with him in case he needed some poison on the fly. As he pushed the obviously poisonous plants forward, he questioned in a mocking tone, "As thanks, would you like to try some of the Coalition's local flora?" To pretty much anyone else, it would be obvious that Arvid was making a teasing threat. Lutum wasn't everyone else, however. It was probably a good thing that the plant the thane pushed forward wasn't strong enough to kill, just disorient and knock out.

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