LONG LIVE THE VILLAIN | o, joining

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The disdain for Snowbound was as clear as day, and as the two spoke their opinions on the pacifistic group, Feliks found himself being unable to argue with it. He was a naturally chaotic individual, shifting loyalties constantly and never having a stable backup if something in his life went wrong, him and a calmer clan just never really fit together. Even the Ascendants was a little too laidback for him, it sucked as it limited his options for worthy homes but the griffon could not argue against his own preferences. Fights were like a drug to him, it was a primitive urge to be the strongest and smartest one alive that fueled him to be competitive even if his prime was long past him. At least if he died, he'd die a badass defending something for a change, instead of succumbing to something mediocre like illness or old age. "Eh, I'd cause too much trouble for them if I stayed," he commented wryly, nodding his head in Caeser's direction. Thank goodness he could wear a hula skirt, the silence had him worried for a second there. "Good to meet ya,". The fact that these guys cared more about a takeover than the Ascendants did was certainly amusing though. He was sure that Snowbound and Ascendants would've been amicable to one another but as soon as he brought up the fact that an 'ally' was taken over no one in Space Mountain had cared. At least the Typhoon acknowledged it.

Emerald eyes ghosted over the larger individual, Feliks finding himself habitually raising his head and ruffling his feathers to make himself seem bigger. Too used to being dwarfed in other less cool bodies, it wasn't nice to be reminded of those times. "Yeah, the ArmPitts took 'em over, well, one guy and his band of merry ferals did, I was there,". It was perfectly avoidable if his clanmates had been able life their best claws up against him, there was nothing terrifying about being 'taken over'. "To be honest though, there ain't nothing special about ruling over a bunch of pacifists, they should've at least tried going for someone who'd bother fighting back. More humiliating that way, you're not gonna legitimise your own special group by beating a bunch of tree-huggers into submission,". Pick on someone your own size. It'd always been his policy, and so, the Pitt became the first group in these strange lands to be disrespected by Feliks. "I ain't shittalking your ally am I?". Perhaps a bit too late to ask that question, Feliks did so anyways, figuring he could at least get some political info out of his tangent.