Romulus was on a mission. The kingpin of the Coalition of the Condemned was intent on finding out where his enemies and allies rested today. After the Descendants of the Departed's attack, he needed to know who supported their efforts in retaliation. Along with that, where the cannibalistic dwellers were. An attack was coming from the Coalition of the Condemned's usually neutral leader, but he needed to find out those answers first. Thus, he was going to attend the monthly meeting with the idea of doing so.

The lion was the first to arrive on the scene as he padded into the tree's crater. With a sigh, he settled near the tree's bottom. A rough thump sounded out as he landed on his bottom and casually splayed out out against the tree with his back pressed against it. He would wait to see what others did before inquiring about his questions.

Her home was gone. Her friends lost to the wind. She was alone again. She was a herd animal and was all alone. This was just her luck. Sighing, the mare left her home for the last time. Trotting away before breaking into a full tilt. Hooves guiding her along as she made her way to the meadow she found weeks ago. A new home and new start.

Once there she would stop and look about. Seeing no threats, she would settle in. Laying in a patch of clover. The woman shivers slightly and closes her eyes. Ears twitching as she listened for sounds. She was free of rules, but lonely. She wished she had somewhere to go.

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I KEEP FALLING DOWN! IF YOU COULD ONLY SAVE ME,
The beast could still feel the burns on his scales, the searing heat of the Sun God. Even as he slept, he dreamt of the battle, gory and without glory. It didn't matter what Amegon did against the Sun God, the great destroyer would scorch his body into oblivion. Sear his bones into ash, and let him fall from the sky. Falling, falling, falling, without fail. Countless times in his mind did the dragon scheme up ways to defeat the destroyer, the devourer. But every time he tried a new technique, a new power, a new strength, it was stripped from him. And he would be falling, falling, falling, without fail.

The dream happened every night. A history he'd lived out far too many times. The chorus of praise, the smells of incense burned for him, the sights of offerings hounded his mind. Mortals would cheer his name before battles, crown champions in his name. Mortals would watch as he drove storms, rain for crops, to their homesteads and farms. Those who wronged him would cower as he brought great tropic rains down upon them, conjuring kingdom-destroying storm systems as though it were nothing. But even that would not stop him from the inevitable fate that be felled him, just like every other major god of his home.

Vastitas, great Sun and Destroyer, had attacked without hesitation or cause, scorching all lands. Amegon was one of the last Major Gods to hold out, and one of the few who lost all their powers in the aftermath. The fight was harsh, taxing on both mind and body as the two flooded and burned lands. When compared, the tiny jackal would have hardly been a match for a great serpent, but looks were deceiving, and the tiniest creatures could tip the scales of a fight.

Praises and offerings did little to help as he plummeted, staring up at the jackal god, who stared down with white eyes. Falling faster, faster, the ground coming closer, closer. Amegon tried to summon his storms, his winds, but could not. The Sun had burned away every essence of godly aspect the dragon had to his name. Falling faster, faster. Falling, falling, falling, without fail. He risked a look below. The ground came closer, closer, closer-

The beast woke up with a jolt, head lifting from the slumbering coil he had been in. Moonlight illuminated his muscular body as he slowly unraveled himself, a frustrated rumble leaving him. Standing, he started to slink further into the forest, untouched by groups. Glowing blue eyes scoured the underbrush, nose sniffing, whiskers feeling around. He snorted, coming across a river, and crouched by the bank.

Dipping his horned muzzle into the cold waters, he drank slowly, methodically. Movement nearby was acknowledged with a flick of his ear, and he watched from the corners of his eyes as a wolf approached the water. He growled, watching as the other growled back. A challenge. The dragon lifted his head, and slowly turned to face the canine. When that did not scare the beast away, he stood to his great height.

He wordlessly screamed, a fierce roar he hadn't done in years. And when the wolf started to run, he gave chase. Crashing through the thicket and brushwork, roaring in between galloping strides, he chased the wolf down until the two were far away from the river. By that time, Amegon had stopped chasing the wolf, who continued to run into the brushwork. With a dignified snort, he turned and walked toward the river, giving loud calls to ward off any smart creatures from it.

They were lost.
Having never left their caves, given the first opportunity, the twins had taken the chance.
They had no knowledge of the Other's world.

Nokron had been almost in awe as he felt grass in his paws for the first time.
Nokstella, however, had been far more entranced by the feeling of sand under paw.

In fact, that's what the two had been arguing about, sat in a small clearing, bickering back and forth like a bunch of teenagers. Though, one would suppose that's what they are. It seemed all in good fun, for the most part, though evidently, Nokstella had more on her mind than she let on. She grew more concerned by the second, looking around and realizing that every pathway looked exactly the same, and... Were their pawsteps gone?

Of course, the marshlands had swallowed their trail; though, that did not explain the strange scent on the wind.
Her hair began to raise along her spine, ears sticking straight up atop the crown of her head.
Nokron, far stupider than his slightly older twin sister, had yet to notice, and thus kept blabbering on about the grass.

[member=23336]Cobra[/member]

The grand golden dragon was the first to arrive to this neck of the woods, they hadn't been out this way in so long that they were surprised that they knew the way back still. When even was the last time that they had attended? They couldn't pull the time to the front of their mind. Heavy steps carried them forth as they passed under the arch of the Pitt, the newly demoted Marauder heaving a heavy breath. Heavy taloned feet pressed into softer ground as they walked, rasping their tongue over cracked scales around their mouth. They hated this.

They couldn't even watch as they walked, blind eyes roving over the empty area before them. Ear twitching as they walked, a growl leaving them. Waterlily. Was she still there? Sweeping their head as the God of War walked, sensing the light for The Pitt reacting to their presence. Low was the growl, their ears drooping some. Would anyone else show up this time?

"Waterlily? It smells a lot like blood here ... Can you tell me what you see?"

Do not fear the dark wolf cub! -- Xenosmilus. COTC.

She needed away from everything, from all the crying, the mourning, the unsure of where everyone was. So she snuck out from the camp, deciding she just wanted to leave the Coalition for a bit. Should she be wandering this far from her home? No she was much too young for this but it's not as if her parents were here to stop her.

So she left, wandering farther and farther from her home. Slowly the scents of the Coalition began to fade, her mind having drifted deep into her thoughts to even notice. She wanted her mama and papa back but they were gone without a trace. For all she knew they could be dead and never coming back. Which left her in charge of her siblings and that wasn't something she truly wanted to do but knew she had to. She wasn't allowed to mourn and to be upset, she had to stay strong for Theseus and Nesraa, she had to keep them happy and content and be there for them when they needed a rock. She had to be a good big sister. But she wanted to cry too, she wanted to be upset and to be angry. Yet Odysseus wouldn't allow herself that so she shoved all the feelings away and hid it with a blank exterior.

She was finally snapped out of her thoughts when she stumbled into a tree, running face first into it and falling backwards. The cub let out a soft groan, a paw lifting up to rub at her head.  "Ow..." she whined out, ears flattening against her head.

[member=23716]JERIKOL[/member]
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I'M GOING TO MAKE IT HURT -

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Play by the rules! -- Icarian. Typhoon.

It was that time of the year again. Or well maybe that wasn’t the correct thing to say but sometimes it seemed like the Icarian went months in between each preening session. Her wings were growing uncomfortable as old feathers were wanting to come loose to allow new feathers to take their place.

Roxanna had left the typhoon to venture out in search of somewhere she could relax. Sure the lioness couldve done it in the comfort of her own home but to her there was just too many people around still. And the thought of doing it there just left a sour taste in her mouth.

She missed being able to do this with her Empress and her family but she was going to have to get over that ache in her chest sometime soon.

Roxanna stumbled across a hot spring during her journey. The warm waters drawing her attention as she drew closer. This place would do, not only was it hidden away but it had a source of warm water she could relax in to ease her aching body.

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After being led to Tanglewood to drop off the boats that Alexandre had suspected were for an island exploration, Morrison had led the feline and a few others back to the fateful island to drop off supplies and relax for a bit. Things were beginning to look like home, after all. For the few months they had known about the island, The Typhoon was beginning to build buildings and put up landmarks to put their mark on the land. This, though, did not stop others from feeling they were rightful to the land. 'Finders keepers' did not always reign true, after all.

Despite this, Alexandre had no care in the world. In fact, the feline was laid back on a rock with his stomach to the sky and the sun beating down on their light-colored chest. They had finished carrying supplies off the ship, so why not relax? With tail swaying and eyes closed, they remained stagnant. Still. Unmoving. The world was closed off to the vampiric succubus for the first time in awhile.

With a sigh, they let out a purr. "I could get used to this," came their delighted mumble.

//  In short, this thread is about Tanglewood using their new boats to find the island after conveniently following the path of Morrison's own ships. After arriving, they are disgruntled to find what they consider their land taken by The Typhoon. Despite this, The Typhoon believes that since they found the land it's theirs to keep.
// Please allow me to post a second time to allow The Typhoon members to post before Tanglewood members start to arrive on ships and post properly. Thank you!