YOU COULD SEE THE SPARK ;; rosebloods!

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The cheetah is hardly old enough to wander away from her family at this age, but the girl isn't from the nicer places - she doesn't even understand a society that isn't ruthless. She knows that her family, the Mortems, are elite in their home; with her mother the Queen, it took very little for that assumption to take root inside her head. And so she needed to prove herself, she knew, as a capable Mortem. Families survived by a conjunction of two key factors: a large memberbase and enough intelligent, loyal members to coordinate their resources. As she steps beside the manticore, she decides that she wants to grow up to be one of those key members for the Mortem family - and for the Rosebloods as a whole, she supposes. After all, groups operated in a similar manner to families; if she is successful in her family, then she can focus on bringing prestige to her home.

Her golden eyes turn to Yes Man as he appears, a fluttering of curiosity in her eyes before her expression cools into haughty and aloof. If she wants to become The Queen, like her mother, then she needs to know more than just her home; she needed to know these other groups. "Good day, Yes Man. I'm Charon Mortem, and this is Peytriving," she spoke, gesturing to the manticore with a flick of her long tail. Her voice is polite, though she sounds reserved and not too friendly. After a bit of a pause, she added, "We're here to tell you that we, the Rosebloods, have recently formed." She glanced at Peytriving for confirmation, not sure how much they should share with the desert-dwelling group. Charon wasn't told whether her mother wanted an alliance with this group; as far as she knew, they weren't seeking any aid or other such things anyway.

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