is he a total suck, or what? [p]

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[glow=#000,1,400]I'M THE ONE AT THE SAIL, I'M THE MASTER OF MY SEA ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Stark had ruled over an anti-clan of his own back in the day though, he wasn't an all out anti-clan leader if he was being honest with himself. Sure, he'd raid a few clans and set traps but for the most part he did his best in keeping touch with his allies seeing as he never really understood why anti-clans had to be so 'evil' in the eyes of other clans especially the pro-clans. Eventually, his own clan slowly transitioned into a more neutral status than being warbound and soon things had started getting in the way of his life and he simply had to dislodge himself of such a responsibility leaving his deputy to take leadership over the group. Stark wasn't power hungry at all but his own group had been different for him, it had been a home and since he stayed there showing his loyalty and sharing his ideas did he find himself in the position of earning the rank of deputy. And his home had been in shambles, there was hardly any food or water to sustain any of his clanmates. Everything was scarce. The warbound group even had gone to the other clans asking for possible resources during this difficult time and some were kind enough to offer some food or water. The leader of the group died and Stark had been on his own embarking on small patrols where no eyes were on him, once he had returned was he greeted with the surprise of leadership from then he had plans for his clan in order. He found them a new home, a place where there was an abundance of food and water, all the necessities for a group of their size to thrive. It had been an abandoned city and the buildings covered with foliage had provided them a sufficient amount of shelter for whenever the rainclouds came by. There was now a sense of belonging and security that Stark actually loved but again, being a leader for too long had made him realize that he had done his part, he could only hope that he had done a well enough job to make Circusclown proud. He had met several animals that he cared about with his whole being, one of them being Killua, the servalline was like a son to him. He had managed to find the albino serval once more through his travels only to end up joining a new clan, the Elysium. He was going to make an effort to try and call this his home as well though after all the trials he had gone through it would take him time before he accepted the Elysium as home.

Stark hadn't even realized he had gone far from the Elysium yet it was the clans fault for owning so much land that one didn't know where they were wandering off to. His paws were still aching since they weren't completely healed even if he did reapply bandages and marigold pulp onto his somewhat raw but recovering pawpads, he should stay in one place but the Alaskan Malamute found that task to be too difficult for his task especially since he was always on the go. Upon entering neutral ground, the canine would proceed to sniff around only to stop in his tracks smelling someone from another clan that wasn't the aroma of a prey animal but rather a large melanistic jaguar. His ears curved forward debating between approaching the larger male or going back to the Elysium, of course, Stark wasn't one to miss out on possible fantastic interactions so he lingered configuring up a response. Man, it was easy talking to people who were already speaking to you but he just wasn't the best when it came to starting conversation himself. He cleared his throat offering a faint coy grin "Hey there, big cat." That's literally all he could come up with on the spot but this gave him time to figure out where this guy had came from. The Typhoon. That's where Jacob had gone to marry that pirate guy, he wondered how that all turned out though he pulled his thoughts away from that concentrating all his attention onto the dark male. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]