I DON'T CARE WHAT THE FUCKING FOX SAYS ( joining, open )

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    Malicion had to get herself a life. Overall, the girl was pretty lonely, to the point where she'd forgotten her name and had to make up one when coming to join the Covenant. The name fit pretty well, in her opinion. Being an Indian cobra, she was pretty scary, and venomous too. Anybody who tried to get in the reptile' sway would have her poison spat at any exposed body parts, hopefully killing or injuring them.


    So, the serpent slithered in, standing up to raise her hood and show the world who she was. Malicion, snake of the Covenant.

    Sharpedge was trotting around the territory, doing a border patrol. The white Arabian mare couldn't hunt, without squishing the prey anyway, so she did border patrols most of the time. She bent down to chew on a small clump of grass half-buried in snow, and her chocolate eyes picked up the cobra. Great, there was a snake. Wasn't it meant to be alseep now, with Leafbare or whatever? Maybe it was looking for food or something. "This is The Covenant territory, if you're looking for mice or whatever go somewhere else," she whinnied, acting calm. Living with small cats had made her less skittish, but her first instinct was still to run away. Pfft, I'll step on it before it bites me, she thought. Malicon would most likely bite her first though, no matter how hard she put her hoof down.

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    Malicion rolled her dark, beady eyes, hissing slightly before retracting the intimidating noise that might scare these.. Creatures away. She wasn't a huge fan of horses, nope nope, but she could still poison them quite easily. It just wouldn't kill them, especially big ones like that. "Not looking for micccce, Chica. My name issss Malicion, and I wissssh to join the Covenant." Nodding in turn to the tiger who had also appeared, Malicion assessed her options. In joining she would probably have to promise not to poison anybody, but if they didn't accept her there were plenty of large animals here. That horse could probably kill her by stepping on her, and the tigress as well. Hmmph.


    /is doing a really bad job of making her elongate her s sounds

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Malicion was it? What skills can you offer for the Covenant?" Repeatingverse asked with a small frown, the deputy trotting up to her Clanmates with a nod before turning back to the cobra.

    "Malicion, yessss. Ssskillsss?" What skills did she have? The female snake had to think for a moment before replying, never having been asked this before. "Sssstrength in battle, ssstealth, and of courssssse, the power to sssspit venom on our enemiessss." Ah yes, that last one was very good. Being loyal was agiven, was it not? The cobra nodded to show that she was done listing things, before trying to figure out who everybody was. At least one, Malicion figured, was a high position or semi hp, the kind that could accept others into the Covenant should she meet their requirements.

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    Hm, resume seems good. "Will you swear loyalty to this clan, and fight for this clan?" she asked, stepping up next to her mother.




    //rushed




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    "Of coursssse I will, dearie." Wondering where the hell that had come from, the cobra nodded to the femme who'd arrived. This was clearly a mix of wild animals and normal cats, from her view, and honestly Malicion didn't give two fucks who was in the Covenant, so long as she got along with at least a few.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify]"Then it looks like you're accepted." Came the greeting of the Deputy as he padded up behind his clan-mates.




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