SHOOT HIM DOWN ;; visitor, open

[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — THE KINGDOM OF AKAODON— QUEEN

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#psychosocial.

[ghostpact]

"DAMN DUDE." tags

Immortalhd was going about his daily rounds of patrolling the fields. Supposedly, it was often people ended up at the borders for one reason or another and memebers had to be ready to greet them with a smile. Or an ass-beating if they were being attacked, and while HD doubted that possibitily, he was always ready for it. As he paused at the top of a small hill, he spotted the lioness slowly making her way. His ears twitched and he trotted down the hill to meet her. "Heyo, lady." While he wasn't sure if he met everyone in his new home yet, he knew by the scent she wasn't from around. "Uh, whatcha need?"

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[BASTILLEPAW]

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags

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Someone stab him. Bastille was honestly hoping for a raid at this point, if only because it would give him something to focus his restless energy on. He was either suffering of headaches all damn day or twitchy, full of an energy he couldn't seem to work out no matter how many patrols, training session, and runs he went on. He was just... too full. It was like his souls were trying to escape his body, pushing and forcing at his boundaries in any way possible.

In short, he was sort of kind of losing it.

The Fireball joined the two at the border with some disappointment, as fucked as that sounded. This stranger seemed friendly, and certainly didn't appear to be leading an army against them. Pity. "This is Ascendants territory," he supplied, since HD covered the rest. Bast was forcing himself not to shift his paws around with an effort, but there was still a sort of tension about him... it just looked like he was forcing himself not to twitch, he was wound so tight.

[FINNEGAN F.M.R.]

I'VE BEEN WRITING ON YOUR GHOST PAGE, BABE — It was still hard for Vinny to come to terms with the fact he was stuck in this... giant Australian rat body. Ok, maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh, but still... how would this kangaroo body ever be of any use to him? Yeah sure, it was 6 feet tall and full of pure kicking power, but he just... couldn’t see himself using it all the time. Nevertheless, he was stuck in this body for now, and for god knows how long.

Hopping idly through the territory, Mementomori found himself growing extremely bored, a small yawn escaping his jaws as he went along. The male only stopped when he saw figures in the distance, the scent of his clanmates mingling with that of a visitor’s. Slowing to a stop beside Bastillepaw, the kangaroo eyed the lioness with curiosity, large tail swinging a few times behind him. Since the others had already asked the usual questions, he remained silent, wondering if the female would be a friend or foe. — I'VE BEEN WAITING BY YOUR GRAVE

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[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — THE KINGDOM OF AKAODON— QUEEN

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The first to approach her was smaller than her. That was almost to be expected, the queen thought to herself silently, tail slowly swaying behind her. It was almost lazy, as if she knew HD could do her little harm if it came to it. However, it was nice to see the change in the species. She had almost forgot her species had kin- cousins, really. Like, third removed. "Name's Deldrach. Refer to me as such, and we won't have a problem." She said, twitching an ear.

There was no disrespect to her tone, only an equal base for them to set forth from. "I'm here to visit. I figured it would be good to scout neighbors, hm?" She said, sitting. Her sword sheath had yet to hit the ground, as if the leather was twisting as she sat. The second to approach was even smaller than the first, her ears swiveling as he spoke. "I'm aware. Your scents are hard to miss." She said quietly, indicated the worn and clearly walked border. "I'm not noseblind, child." The lioness's gold and silver eyes drilled into the tense one.

A smirk touched her lips. It was almost as if he was begging her to fight him. Such a small thing, against her? She wouldn't be surprised if he lost, but perhaps the smaller body made him harder to catch. So young, too. She exhaled softly through her nose, finally landing her gaze on the third to arrive. "Haven't seen one of your kind in a long time." She said softly, as if she had almost missed it. Her life in the warm desert and grassy plains - similar to this, but flatter- were long gone.

#psychosocial.

[Character Graveyard.]

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna had never seen a lion before in her life, so this would be her first time seeing one. The female had been walking about when she came across Bastille, HD, Mori, and an unfamiliar creature.

Suddenly interested- Lunafreya took a seat beside the Fireball and offer a brief nod of greeting to the visitor. "Welcome to The Ascendants, Deldrach. I'm Lunafreya."

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[BASTILLEPAW]

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags

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Smug, this one. She carried herself with the cocky assurance that she was above them all, with no concern for how they might perceive that self-assuredness. Bastille got the vague impression that she expected it to come off as queenly, regal in a way, but he only saw someone who was too full of themselves for their own good. (Not that he cared to say that, though he wasn't afraid to share his opinions with her if she asked. Bastille was all about shit talking someone to their face, not their back.)

He gave a slight roll of his eyes, and pointed out dryly, "Well, just because you can smell our markers doesn't mean you know who we are, Deldrach." The way he said it seemed almost like he was making a point. Yes, he was calling her by what she'd asked to be called by, but with the sort of emphasis that implied he didn't care for her thinly veiled threats of "a problem" should he call her anything else. "Anyway, did you want to speak to Starry on this visit? Get a tour? Have a nice little chat? Like, is there anything in particular you're looking for, or what?" Not rude, exactly. More straight to the point -- Bast wasn't one to put around with small talk when they could get straight to business.